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evilbabyjoker - gods hands lyrics

[hook]
she tell me to put down the cup
think it’s glued to my hands
these blue hundreds stiff in these rubberbands
she say i spend all my money on exotic strands
three pockets full, it’s a glock in designer pants
the way that she choosin, i know she don’t have a man
prolly do, but he don’t got a plan
if we beefin, i won’t sleep until you in god’s hands

[verse]
scr+pin the pot, residue on the pot and pans
i see that he stuck
he got caught in the quicksand
court side watchin the game
not a hawks fan
free the slaves
you hear the chains when we walk in
left mе the ride
i got back up on all 10s
scr+ped up my еlbows and knees
had to crawl out the trench
how i walk out the pharmacy with all of these scripts?
(?) just got locked up and he out so quick
we come through late night, a episode of nick
someone grab the wheel, it’s fightin me
i’m finna tip
who told me to face me a 6?
we bought us some steel
you think you gon ball up yo fist?
my country b+tch wake me up with fish and grits
bullets rip through his shirt
think he need him a medkit
came out the womb and you ain’t use your head since
woke up, put on a suit, and became you a witness
and walk light on your toes
i’m performin inside the kitchen
not a chef, but now i become a chemist
they tell me it’s cheap, better mind your business
imma blow it who knows if tomorrow’s given
this sh+t i put on cost, i hardly fit in
my b+tch evil with me, she harley quinn
had to jump off the porch, they did not hold my hand
assault rifle hold the fan
exotic leaves from cali, lookin like jackie chan
all these sticks around, might as well be in j+pan
i can take you somewhere between the ocean and the land
you want another one so i’m back in (?)
german engineering, parts imported from france
i’m here for your throat, i don’t want the romance
so it’s fine with me if we’re just been friends
let him bake you a cake, know it come with a twist
n+ggas wanna be number one, but they’re so sierra mist
i love when i feel the vibrations comin from the flip phone that’s glued to my hip
babyjoker, bob the builder, give you a fix
hands turnin red cause my palms like to itch
got a wall up big as china’s
cause i know that they switch
[hook]
she tell me to put down the cup
think it’s glued to my hands
these blue hundreds stiff in these rubberbands
she say i spend all my money on exotic strands
three pockets full, it’s a glock in designer pants
the way that she choosin, i know she don’t have a man
prolly do, but he don’t got a plan
if we beefin, i won’t sleep until you in god’s hands

- evilbabyjoker lyrics

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