Lyrics:
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
and drop a hater right where he stands
I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises
and drop a hater right where he stands
I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
you can thank your heart,
the time is right
However, do not force anything
Be open to anything that comes in all the time
Stay in this state
Time to get
you can thank your heart,
the time is right
However, do not force anything
Be open to anything that comes in all the time
Stay in this state
Time to get
baby
Now the knight in shiny armor can only be me
I cry out your name as you hold his hand
If you're not mine soon, girl, my soul is damned
I'm looking
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
DON'T YOU KNOW I'M GONNA FIT IT
IN THE PALM OF MY HAND
NEVER HAD A DOLLAR SO I GOT TO HOLLER
TAKE YOU BY THE COLLAR MAKE YOU DO WHAT'S RIGHT BUT I CAN
runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all
got open hands homie
He in the midst of good company
Who loves all and hates not one
And one day you gon' be with your son
I could've rapped about my
I'm in the valley where the palm trees be
In the Avalon swerving all up in these streets
Don't Give no fuck about a police
Hit the blunt for
the palm of His hands
Give your heart and take hold of His
Pre-chorus:
You were right beside me, God's hand over my life
You were lifting me up, keeping me
the palm of my hand
Oops I forgot I got a man
I know you see me watching you
And I see you watching me
'Cause boy your body's callin'
And temptation is
the peace just don't get between me and my green and my family
Got my mind on Evergreen
In the Yak Washingtons palm springs
Yeah I got it out the lower valley
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
Nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the four
to be
It's what they did to me
Won't take hand outs
I'll check your palm and leave
Bring everyone you got up in the lab
I record this by myself
How you
who you gon' blame for that
Tried to get off the Act, still didn't know how to act
Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back
Tell my
Woman on that superhero ***
Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six fo'
Impala, forget the double D's
I put 'em right in your face like that
your knees slightly bent and you bend your arms
Keep your arms up palms by your face
One at time extend your arms straight
Punches work out your
goes on
And it goes on and it goes on
I put my face into my palms
Trying to taste a sinner's psalms
And in sweat in salt I feel your words
Yeah, I hear
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