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wint - sharpen your tools lyrics

[chorus]
yeah (h+h+h+hi scordo)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i won’t force your hand, no this ain’t torture (hi, boots)
reinforce the bands ho, i need more of em
brand new friend group, freak hoes, f+ckin’ all four of em
shot to the top like a pepsi cola
give me a second to answer
stack up the pape’, mansa
you n+ggas worse than cancer
i just hit up your hoe, with my hands up
call up, goon for the spot in atlanta
learned a lot of sh+t, stayin’ with grandma
she say, sharpen your tools, keep your hammer
cuz n+ggas’ll switch in an instant

[verse 1]
i’m the sh+t, start to feel like an infant
i could light this sh+t up like a incense
whys your hoe on my d+ck like she innocent
i just bust down the rollie like tennyson
to be frank, only frank i know benjamin
i ain’t worried about you or your regimen
my lil’ n+gga tote shots, he ain’t hesitant
on the block, treat the k like he had a scent
i hop out b+tch and represent
i hit your neck, then black the tint
uh, yeah
we need to heat check
[interlude]
yo, can you hear me?
what’s good
my name is joe
i’m in maryland right now
and i been tuned into music 4 lonely nights for years now bro
yall keep doing what yall doing

[verse 2]
that’s why i like ya
cause you like me (f+ck), you know it
don’t care if it’s surface level
it make me complete (it made me feel good)
and they say, you’re the devil
you do good for me (you make me feel good)
is there something i’m missing
what just can’t i see (cause you make me feel good)
what am i doing
what i’m what am i doing
what am i doing
what am i what am i doing
what am i what am i doing
what am i doing
what am i what am i doing
wasting my time, that’s what i’m doing
i think i think i’m done with ya, aye
yeah, yeah, yah, yah
yeah, uh, uh
free from y’all
f+ck, i don’t want to be free
i don’t want to be free
i don’t want to be free
[chorus]
i won’t force your hand, no this ain’t torture
reinforce the bands ho, i need more of em
brand new friend group, freak hoes f+ckin’ all four of em
shot to the top like a pepsi cola
give me a second to answer
stack up the pape’, mansa
you n+ggas worse than cancer
i just hit up your hoe, with my hands up
call up, goon for the spot in atlanta
learned a lot of sh+t, stayin’ with grandma
she say, sharpen your tools, keep your hammer
cuz n+ggas’ll switch in an instant
just beware who you givin’ your friendship to, yeah

[outro]
h+ll yeah, it’s winter in this motherf+cker
big p sh+t
i’m gonna listen to this f+ckin’ album, p+ssy
h+llyatammat’ , this the greatest sh+t you ever gonna listen to
and you gonna keep listening to it
cause it’s the f+ckin’ greatest sh+t you ever gonna listen to, p+ssy
keep f+ckin’ listenin

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