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r3 da chilliman - hands on lyrics

[hook]
i’m in the mirror, holding racks, this that dog sh+t
wack a n++++ about my pape, get your dog flipped
big c’s, ain’t no sketchers, b+tch, these dior
and+1, he foul play, imma come score
headshots, spin the block, you know how we do
pounds only, ain’t no grams, you know how we move
i found a way to run it up and put my mans on
when the work hit the trap, b+tch i’m hands on
[verse]
pulling up in black trucks and black benz’s
he had a bag and f+cked it up, now he finished
b+tch, the pants and the sweater say marni
hot boxing cooks in the coupe like bob marley
at benihana with my b+tch, my fans want a picture
her old n++++s don’t stand a chance cause i’m richer
stick when you see me, i for real play hockey
ain’t popped a perc in bout a month but i still sip wocky
got that sh+t on, my b+tch got on louis v
fat piece, big bezel, they like “who is he?”
close range when i’m squeezing, i don’t need beams
everybody round me balling, this the dream team
rubber bands around my money, i’m knotted up
they know if threezy whip out cannon, he bout to bust
big cubans on my neck getting tangled up
gang ruthless, leave him stretched, don’t gotta pay him nothing
he only instagram rich, he ain’t seen no money
you know i’m balling out of control, i drop b+tches from me
the chain sixty+thousand, this some grown man sh+t
new coupe with zero miles, i’m finna swing this b+tch
big diamonds, i’m a shiner, i know you see my wrist
he at home right now broke, cause he don’t take no risks
[hook]
i’m in the mirror, holding racks, this that dog sh+t
wack a n++++ about my pape, get your dog flipped
big c’s, ain’t no sketchers, b+tch, these dior
and+1, he foul play, imma come score
headshots, spin the block, you know how we do
pounds only, ain’t no grams, you know how we move
i found a way to run it up and put my mans on
when the work hit the trap, b+tch i’m hands on

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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