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nickelus f - hands lyrics

[chorus]
god d-mn, watch me bust it down
give it, up, for the underground
40 ounces, watch me chug ’em down
let me make one motherlovin’ thing understood
i got the whole world in my hands
stay cool just stick with the plan
i got the whole world in my hands
stay cool just stick with the plan

[verse 1]
i came in this game to get loot
i hang with my gang on the roof
hang like a strang on a boot
bang at your brain from the coupe
this a stick up now lay down don’t move
she hate me she say i’m a douche
but still asked me to bang out the cooch
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
weed user
i’m at peace like three buddhists
you screamin’, i sleep through it
i’ll read you like sheet music
my p-ssions are deep rooted
gettin’ head on a beach cruiser
motorboat and squeeze hooters
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
this juice i got ain’t minute maid
i get my way then get away
i don’t even see n-ggas you ain’t in the way
and if i see it then it’s prolly on my dinner plate
i speak my piece i litigate
if ain’t clear, i’ll reiterate
i seen love and i seen plenty
but get a hold of ears and you won’t get away
ayy
i used to skip school stay home watch ricki lake
ayy
i see what’s lacking with rapping and innovate
they say that the good die young
so i’ll prolly be here ’til 101

[chorus]
god d-mn, watch me bust it down
give it, up, for the underground
40 oz, watch me chug ’em down
let me make one motherlovin’ thing understood
i got the whole world in my hands
stay cool just stick with the plan
i got the whole world in my hands
stay cool just stick with the plan

[verse 2]
whoa ugh
i’m back on the map
back in the back of that ‘lac
back with the pack, back wit the sack
them junkies they love me they back on my jack
i’m back on the track track
back on the track
snap like the back of your hat, the ratchet’ll clapp
bbdddddttt
rat tat tat blat
don’t make me splatter your -ss
ugh yea
god d-mn, listen
we different type of n-ggas
i need my coins, i need duckets, i don’t pack luggage
we just go shopping like “f-ck it”
you dont pull strings n-gga you just a puppet
i’m that friend that you can’t take out in public
petey petey give you heebee geebee’s
cuz petey high he just smoked a whole nugget
whoa, wow!
im seeing colors, but this ain’t my synesthesia
it’s some good reefer, i’m an achiever
but i can barely open up my peepers
you pour up a four, b-tch i pour up a liter
but can a n-gga be poor and still be a leader?
ugh yea god d-mn

- nickelus f lyrics

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