Lyrics:
asked if I could talk to her dad
I said give me a second let look at my plans
Compare my dreams to the palm of your hands
And can you stand the troubles
motherfucker
With my hand, nigga, the thirstiest motherfucker
Disperse of you, motherfucker, yeah, motherfucker
Pimpin in the Cutlass, I don't care,
If I had, if I had the world in the palm of my hands
In the palm of my hands
It was Mickey D's and who's house we stay at then
Now I feel weight
through it right
We got the baddest hunnies on the floor
Throw your hands up if you a CEO
We be steady mobbing with my fellows though
Ain't no fucking
he spoke on T.O., he gone by the weekend
Bad bitch in this party, shake ass and she drinking
I popped the heart, that's the X, now I'm geeking
Oh, he
Put your hand in the air if you believe the same
See the demonic ways evil tip toed it's way from the grave now we claim it's ok to be crazy
In
bout health
Broke your heart, your HP low
Thinkin' bout things how they were before
Had to go ghost for a minute
Big bag in my hand and I'm in it
I keep
womb
by the spark of the twelve gauges
Sometimes it seems like I can't go on, I can't go on
But when I envision a black man with thorns in his hand
lung they
Can't fuck with the skill
Bet you my right hand they
Gon' die in the trauma
It's the front street terrorist
I ride like Osama
It's a thin line
in this room by all these blank expressions
They can't hear a word I'm saying so there goes the message
They can pinpoint my flow, but solely it's not
took me a few years to get my mind right
I just wanna spend my whole life in the limelight
Good company right by my side
Blazing that la la, hand on your
really worth, A what your really worth
The way she move that body, good lawdy how she do it
Make it pop, make it drop, think he locked, by Cupid
Step right
Take my hand
And hold tight
With you by me
I feel so right
Yo lips so soft
The shade of red
Thoughts of
Kissing you in my head
Mixed with thoughts
Living
with hand sanitizer
And go ask your old man for pants the right size
There's squirrels on your porch
Go review records by girls for the source
I'm sick
fine die
Bone, I say you fine die
If you like vex, you still fine die
Your mind figure 8 sef––
E fine die
VERSE 2
Cuddling you, we’re intertwined in
It's only won when the mind is calm
So I study Sun-Tzu and stopped smokin' chron'
In my left hand riches, long life in my right palm
[Fragment
These niggas ain't right, they can't write they own shit
But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
But to me a disgrace
Trying to keep
These niggas ain't right, they can't write they own shit
But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
But to me a disgrace
Trying to keep
cdorned by my left hand, Serve as God's right. If there's a nerve left to observe. cdapt to the plan. To all the creatures of this earth. Don't expect you
The best shit I gotta be ain't
No one as hot as me
Don't even try to be promise I'm bout to be
Worldwide, worldwide
Onstage looking right in your girls
than you ever seen
But then I bumped right into Reality
Had no money in my pocket and My mama stayed mad at me
Can't be rich if you broke broke broke
a teacher
And I’m a sky reacher
Got stars in the palms of my hand
And they said it’s god plan
Well I’m sorry ms Skeeter
That you had to cry
Cuz
fresh
Dodge bullets
Walk through flames to dry off
While the rest stay wet
Never need to place my palms in a praying hand position
Never needed any fame
fresh
Dodge bullets
Walk through flames to dry off
While the rest stay wet
Never need to place my palms in a praying hand position
Never needed any fame
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