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handled - +bless+ (ms) lyrics

[verse 1]
that boy so d*mn broke, i bet he pan handle
k!lled him, got his mama lightin’ up the candles
i be takin’ 30s, i don’t take no handles
i be steppin’ sh*t inside my louis sandals

[chorus]
heard he talkin’ sh*t, we quick to get him handled
reloaded my clip, i was almost outta ammo
uppin’ this b*tch and i’m mowin’ him down, i feel like rambo
i’m just steady trappin’ up outta the bando (woah)
i got two glocks like a kimbo
draco made him fold, now the p*ssy hit the limbo
feds did a sweep, now i’m jumpin’ out the window
i always just been lowkey and you always just been a hoe

[verse 2]
you always just been an opp
no, i cannot ever stop
what’s that’s say, lil’ b*tch? that’s shots
i sip lean, don’t drink no shots
dirty cup, ain’t talkin’ scotch
throwin’ up, off too much wock’
yes, i’m growin’ up
yes, i’m blowin’ up
what’s yo’ set? better throw it up
he can’t breathe, hе chokin’ up
we out in london with shanks, we pokin’ ’em
i got ‘еm hype, yeah, i be stokin’ ’em
bad lil’ b*tch, yeah, i be strokin’ it
smoke so much, need a personal roller
nut in her mouth, i’m fixin’ the motor
smoke in the air, you can tell by the odor
i want my f*ckin’ trick [?] a motor
you know what i’m totin’, i’m ’bout to reload it
it’s a kel*tec
ups, that’s where i ship my bales at
po, don’t even ask for p*ss, you know that i’ma fail it
12 get shot, gonna ask where the sh*lls at
[chorus]
heard he talkin’ sh*t, we quick to get him handled
reloaded my clip, i was almost outta ammo
uppin’ this b*tch and i’m mowin’ him down, i feel like rambo
i’m just steady trappin’ up outta the bando (woah)
i got two glocks like a kimbo
draco made him fold, now the p*ssy hit the limbo
feds did a sweep, now i’m jumpin’ out the window
i always just been lowkey and you always just been a hoe

[verse 3]
ayy, sliced with the scythe, b*tch, i’m a slasher
they call me the g.o.a.t, they call me the master
ar*15 goin’ (*gunshot*), made him die faster
f*ck her, then i pass her
i’m a dirty b*st*rd
where the percs? come and ask me
feel like friday the 13th, way i did ’em nasty
we be k!llin’, we be stealin’, you just be real sassy
took three 30s, now my eyes gettin’ glassy

- bless ms lyrics

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