CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : HANDS!
O-o-oaker
Imma put hands on em put hands one em if he f**k with me
Imma put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put hands on em put hands em if he f**k with me
I make em beg for they life
It doesnt matter the price
Mad as a hatter beat they a** to saturn
I dont gotta tell them twice
They call me rapper but that ain't the truth
I do this for fun when i hop in the booth
Get outta my face if i do not know you
Unless you like eating up hospital food
Imma put hands on em put hands one em if he f**k with me
Imma put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put hands on em put hands em if he f**k with me
Got em eating through a straw
F**k em all
Imma rise above bourgeois
And deck them halls
Catch me robbing n***as like jesse james im a one man team rocket
Imma merk a n***a like music put his college funds in my pocket
B*t*h im more raw than skinned kneecaps on the blacktop
More raw than my own d**k when i watch p*** at 3 am on my laptop
Imma do you like majima goro when im done you finna be a cyclops
Got violent thoughts inside my brain like happymeal i need a detox
Imma put hands on em put hands one em if he f**k with me
Imma put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put hands on em put hands em if he f**k with me
(That was gay)
I’ma put hands on em if he f**k with me
I’ma put hands on em if he f**kin me
I’ma put hands on em if his bands on em and I steal his b*t*h and she run with me
I f**k midgets
I f**k b*t*hes
On the craft I kill the witches
I find moms and get the digits
Taste my nut lil b*t*h you lick it
I got
Too many too many fans ay
Too many too many bands ay
Curb stomp yo a** with my vans ay
Throwin yo corpse in my van ay
Then I’m f**kin on yo body
I kill all the squeakers in the halo lobby
They soundin just like baby voice carti
I’m f**kin Cortona then I pray to Ghandi
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*t*h
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*t*h
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*t*h
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*t*h
Imma put hands on em put hands one em if he f**k with me
Imma put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put hands on em put hands em if he f**k with me
I make em beg for they life
It doesnt matter the price
Mad as a hatter beat they a** to saturn
I dont gotta tell them twice
They call me rapper but that ain't the truth
I do this for fun when i hop in the booth
Get outta my face if i do not know you
Unless you like eating up hospital food
Imma put hands on em put hands one em if he f**k with me
Imma put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put hands on em put hands em if he f**k with me
Got em eating through a straw
F**k em all
Imma rise above bourgeois
And deck them halls
Catch me robbing n***as like jesse james im a one man team rocket
Imma merk a n***a like music put his college funds in my pocket
B*t*h im more raw than skinned kneecaps on the blacktop
More raw than my own d**k when i watch p*** at 3 am on my laptop
Imma do you like majima goro when im done you finna be a cyclops
Got violent thoughts inside my brain like happymeal i need a detox
Imma put hands on em put hands one em if he f**k with me
Imma put hands hands hands hands on em for a buck fifty
Imma put hands on em for interrupting me
Put hands on em i dont trust em see
Put hands on em put hands em if he f**k with me
(That was gay)
I’ma put hands on em if he f**k with me
I’ma put hands on em if he f**kin me
I’ma put hands on em if his bands on em and I steal his b*t*h and she run with me
I f**k midgets
I f**k b*t*hes
On the craft I kill the witches
I find moms and get the digits
Taste my nut lil b*t*h you lick it
I got
Too many too many fans ay
Too many too many bands ay
Curb stomp yo a** with my vans ay
Throwin yo corpse in my van ay
Then I’m f**kin on yo body
I kill all the squeakers in the halo lobby
They soundin just like baby voice carti
I’m f**kin Cortona then I pray to Ghandi
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*t*h
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*t*h
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*t*h
I’ma put hands, put hands, put hands on em b*t*h
