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hands and feets - cml lavish d lyrics

[verse 1]
30 gang n*gga
leave a b*tch n*gga merked
put your face on a shirt
put your body in the dirt
haul him off in a he*rs*
load this choppa then i lurk
n*ggas hate me, i’m a jerk
little n*gga you think you hard, so you know you dying first
i be on top of my sh*t, you be on top of my d*ck
i’m trying to drop some candy paint, right on top of the 6
got a bright red beam, right on top of the stick
ima let that b*tch bust, right on top of your b*tch
that little n*gga he a hoe, his brother, he a mark
this compact nickel gon’ tear that lil boy apart
in the bushes with this kada, hit that boy in the heart
ima put it to an end, n*gga right when it start
we outside when it’s dark, turnt up to the max
riding around with this fully, chop him down like an axe
i’m a certified dog, and thеse n*ggas is cats
i’m in south sac iraq, blood you know where i’m at

[chorus]
i’m with thе bullsh*t, what you saying to me?
i’m fresh out of prison, stop playing with me
duct tape that n*gga, bring that man to me
ima take off both his hands and feets
i’m with the bullsh*t, what you saying to me?
i’m fresh out of prison, stop playing with me
duct tape that n*gga, bring that man to me
ima take off both his hands and feets

[verse 2]
duct tape that n*gga, bring that man to the mobb
i’m god in the ghetto, i’m the man with the job
all these dead bodies, like i can’t be stop
them n*ggas speaking on me, they just make me hot
flames out the barrel when that ap c*ck
all headshots when that ap pop
these n*ggas speaking on me like i ain’t gon’ rock
ain’t nothing in the world ’bout to make me stop
30 gang or nothing, what i’m saying is true
p*ssy ass n*gga i ain’t playing with you
that n*gga he a b*tch, but he a man to you
when i catch him blood, i’m cutting off hand or two
it really ain’t no telling what this man a do
i’d k!ll anybody, ’cause this man a fool
you in love with a sucka, b*tch your man a fruit
pull up on him with this hand rocket, spraying his coupe
you better understand the message that i’m saying to you
beat a n*gga out his clothes, what these hands a do
i don’t f*ck with no suckas, i can’t stand that dude
cut your legs off, lieutenant dan that dude
you better understand the message that i’m saying to you
beat a n*gga out his clothes, what these hands a do
i don’t f*ck with no suckas, i can’t stand that dude
cut your legs off, lieutenant dan that dude
[chorus]
i’m with the bullsh*t, what you saying to me?
i’m fresh out of prison, stop playing with me
duct tape that n*gga, bring that man to me
ima take off both his hands and feets

i’m with the bullsh*t, what you saying to me?
i’m fresh out of prison, stop playing with me
duct tape that n*gga, bring that man to me
ima take off both his hands and feets n*gga

- cml lavish d lyrics

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