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reg mason - hyb lyrics

-hook-
boy, you ain’t handling your business(x8)
okay, let’s settle it
it seems like n-gg-s always want to ask for sh-t
we bound to blow
all y’all bound to blow my d-ck
you cannot handle lit, the fuse is lit
it may seem impossible, but i’ma handle it

-verse-
i’ma handle all this sh-t with mileage
cut my wrists and now i’m bout to buy a b-tch
no oe has made me more than violent
what the f-ck is wealth, what’s a diamond?
vitamins, i’m villainous up in the ballpit
told me “i need more.”
i knew it, i called it
was never a marksman, but a n-gg- took a far step
hard left in the jaw, now he in the br dead
i’m dilligent, demons is present
future’s so f-cked in the present
that’s why i get this
leopard print panties and necklace
said that i’m leaving, you must have a deathwish
positives balanced with negatives
polished the coupe and its heavenless
l-sting for more from my medicine
i’m afraid there’s not much more that you better than
-hook-

-verse 2-
i’ma handle all this sh-t with mileage
cut my hair so y’all can cut the childish
minimum 5 years i spent on my precious
no pressured me into pursuing 5 methods
write it, make the beat, record the single, engineer the sh-t
then bless the people
people, pardon, from a different forest
my feelings queenan, it’s been departed
plenty is what i got
when it comes to the zen i never copped
we is taking so high, the ceiling hopped
until i can drive, i will heely to the top
too many twinkle toes in your sofa
soared like a vulture, when it comes to pulling all my pennies from your sofa
oh older velcrow vixen
it’s sticking to the people, i’m never under or over
over 24 months…never would’ve thought i had it down pct
i’m older, never really liked to show…my inner killer
bring it round and right back
i’m f-cked up but ain’t shed a tear in a minute
f-ck this money sh-t, i’m a geek and a menace
mookie jr. without the garbage
why the f-ck you thought i started?
thought about it, not sorry
do not f-cking bombard me
heard you, hope that you r-o-t as an artist
i’m butchering these sharks and yet i still starve, hoe
don’t f-ck with me then f-ck with me tomorrow
tell me i ain’t handling my business

-hook-

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