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par. - hands down lyrics

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hands down

[intro]
yeah, bow down motherf-cker
yeah, i know i ain’t the king right now motherf-cker
got zones locked up hands down motherf-cker
better listen to the prince right now motherf-cker

[verse 1: par.]
yeah, i was in the city stuttering
everybody talking like you wanna get a b-ttering
everybody talking like you better get it r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r. got it

rappers say they gauze
but never healing wounds up
my time now but the city put the snooze up
iddy-bitty rapper on the city city concrete
never give a sh-t until i hit it outta park see

this. d-mn. making everybody love it
and everybody wanna make shots in the buckets
and everybody wanna save spots but f-ck it
and everybody wanna be the boss what of it

and all girls wanna make love with the rubbers
and all guys wanna be friends like a brother
and all people wanna stay up with the covers
and i’m the man at the deep end of the puddle

sometimes i feel like people come and hate me
keep it in the back just so they can get a pastry
i’m the brown boy annoying you
keep me in the back just to keep me as a toy you

[bridge: par.]
f-ck the people that just never keep in touch
like a woman i know who can’t handle much
she be talking to her ex like whatever in the other room
they jus gimme sh-t when i try to talk up under you

[chorus]
yeah, bow down motherf-cker
yeah i know i ain’t the king right now motherf-cker
got zones locked up hands down motherf-cker
better listen to the prince right now motherf-cker

–yeah, stand down motherf-cker
yeah i know i ain’t the king right now motherf-cker
got zones locked up hands down motherf-cker
better listen to the prince right now motherf-cker

[verse 2: par.]
got your rights read out like the old tones
your militia just one that got roll boned
and you sitting in the middle with your own light
and yet you bring your own guns to a drone fight

walking through the airport and they thinking i am isis
like, do you see me with your eyes? it’s a
tsa broad and she hit me with the random check
feeling for the package in my pants but you never guess

ha! was it a bomb or a wood stake?
does she even have a good face?
doesn’t matter she just took me out the backstage
sliding through the exit when we slip into her friend’s place

oof. tmi tmi
miss the d-mn flight but i hit it so high
and please don’t take this as a misconception
but she held my gun that i call erection like

[bridge: par]
and that’s real hysterical
girl i hear you want a miracle
won’t you hit me with digital
maybe we could get it physical

[chorus]

roarpar

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