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tenn buick – handle that lyrics

[intro]

yo, it’s your boy tenn buick
got my man jnp in the back
yo j…what we ’bout to do right here brotha?

[verse 1]

the way i murder b-tch rappers is an art, shit is beautiful
i’ll be in the back takin selfies at your funeral
barackin’ nigga, i do it on the usual
niggas break and bend ’em, me i never knew the rules
i be rippin’ beats up, be sure that this verse’ll
let you know i got flow like insurance commercials
i’m always on the grind nigga, i can make them thangs pop
lyrics make your brain stop every time the b-ss knock
you could bring your whole squad, i could take ’em all
call a nigga tom brady, why? i’ll deflate your b-lls
slice ’em off, mail ’em to your fam, if you’re eggin’ me on
i could get ’em crackin’, make a reek out of theon
i know you don’t get it boy, these rhymes is arcane
i make fun of everyone i’m seth macfarlane
you see i’m made of rubber man, you are glue
d2, i’m a d-ck? yeah, you are too

[hook]

can you handle that?
yeah nigga, can you handle that?
yeah nigga, can you handle that?
if you ain’t rockin’ on the mic nigga hand it back
(x2)

[verse 2]

stick ’em up stick ’em up, like your bank was gettin’ knocked off
tell me that you not soft, i will knock your block off
always hear you mouth off, never seen you pop off
break fake mcs just to get my rocks off
not just hats, i snap backs like bane
t-e-double-n, i run tracks like trains
screamin’ fuck the world, why is that so wrong?
middle finger got stuck it was up so long
see, i will crack a jaw even when i’m in a nice mood
k!ll beats i love nigga, i don’t even like you
want a beat murked, then you talkin’ to the right dude
hand your boy a mic, ain’t no tellin’ what i might do
if you want a verse, ain’t no tellin’ what you might get
rhymes so fresh nigga, i ain’t even ripe yet
if you ain’t a tenn fan, better change your mindset
hits in the chamber that i ain’t even write yet

[hook]

[bridge]

these dudes ain’t relevant, i disregard ’em
these cats is full when i’m out here starvin’
flow’s invincible, i got the star son
feelin’ spacey, i’ll house of cards ’em
when i choke this game out, rickson gracie
with a hockey mask on, that’s word to casey
got a baseball bat, and i pack the blades see
watch your mouth ’cause i’ll break your face, g

[verse 3]

you niggas ain’t hard, pretty little liars
when you hear the consequences, boy that shit is dire
man i thought he was a cool cat, i caught him with a wire
then i had a dude in stitches like he watchin’ richard pryor
hit ’em wit a blowtorch and a pair of pliers
i stay on that marcellus flow, i swear that shit is fire
all you niggas stay washed up like y’all ain’t got a dryer
now sit back and take listen, no for real which nigga flyer?
see y’all niggas ‘mire when i’m turnin’ up the decibels
rock the mic so very well, make them niggas jelly, hell
’bout to end careers, you can hear the deadly knell
if they want some static then i’m diddy with the kettlebell
listen up closely it’s real important
better call a squad, call reinforcements
you don’t want it with me when the shit is gettin’ stirred
i’m the illest motherfucker that you niggas ever heard

- tenn buick lyrics

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