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howemeister - handsome. lyrics

[part i]

[intro: kendrick lamar]
i’m the type of n++++ that get s+xy on a b+tch
vvs presi’ on a b+tch
put respect up on my name, ho, i’m heavy in this b+tch, yeah

[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
i’m the type of n++++ that get s+xy on a b+tch
vvs clarity stone, presi’ on a b+tch
and i’m feelin’ like the hand of god blessed me in this b+tch
put respect up on my name, ho, i’m heavy in this b+tch
i just won seven grammy’s, girl, you gotta f+ck me
and i got a song with beyoncé, you love me?
poppin’ wheelies on the freeway, i’m a stuntman
got the city goin’ crazy, look at what you done man
we just havin’ fun man, t+o+p the gun man
d+o+t was on his level, vibin’ in the function
100k for a walkthrough, why you talkin’ to me?
starin’ at a dead president, they be talkin’ to me, but look
i’m the type that get sassy on a b+tch
one thing i can’t stand is a messy lil’ b+tch
and a lotta y’all n++++s undercover male groupies
105 with the window down, bumpin’ fugees

[chorus: baby keem & kendrick lamar]
doing what i want, yeah, i’m filthy
i’ma flex hard ’til it k!ll me
handsome, say she wanna f+ck me ’cause i’m handsome
i’m the type that get s+xy on a b+tch
put respect up on my name, ho, i’m heavy in this b+tch, yeah
handsome, say she wanna f+ck me ’cause i’m handsome
[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
big chillin’ with my foolies and we all cool
hit ’em with the whole foolie, we don’t argue
you ain’t hoppin’ out on the mission, man, that’s awful
you ain’t countin’ money, checkin’ chicken, man, that’s awful
and i got a car full of them female fossils
lil’ baby actin’ fool with it, take a jaw full
i be drippin’ sauce too, i done took a loss too
i done fell on my pocket, that’s just what a boss do
ain’t nothin’ to a full+time player on the deep end
always on the deep end, i’m ballin’ on the deep end
my acebooncoon say they callin’ on the deep end
i’ma pledge to this whole dollar with allegiance
but i’ma get sassy on a b+tch
hit ’em with the wam+bam, break a levy on a b+tch, yeah
i lift my shirt up, then i do my dance
i can manage for the cameras somehow

[verse 3: baby keem]
don’t politic with b+tches, i keep bands in my goodie bag
we so gang gang, big jazz on your country ass
hoe beef on you, moving fast on your hungry ass
giving up the flame for the hoes on my bad side
you don’t want the fade, i got folks on my bad side
you won’t take the blame, so i guess i’m the bad guy
too many options when i jump out the porsche truck
b+tch, stop playin’, i stole the ball and f+cked the court up
all you b+tches fake, i dropped that n++++ now he’s yours, huh
i’m the type to let my b+tches ball and be the source
ay, get to the bag, we gettin’ it, i flip the bag and ship it
you n++++s act is different
b+tch, shut up, ass on occasion, you get flashed on occasion
you get bags on occasion, b+tch
don’t politic with b+tches, i keep bands in my goodie bag
we so gang gang, big jazz on your country ass
hoe beef on you, moving fast on your hungry ass
giving up the flame for the hoes on my bad side
you don’t want the fade, i got folks on my bad side
you won’t take the blame, so i guess i’m the bad guy

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