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hand in my pocket - sean c & lv lyrics

[produced by sean c & lv]

[verse 1: pusha t]
hand in my pocket and my fingers on the trigger
walk fulton mall like a fulton street n-gga
still by my fronts off of fulton street, n-gga
gabby got my face next to shyne in the pictures
sean c mad cause my time a little off
but i tried to tell ’em i make mines off of soft
so while he screaming deadlines i just ducked fed time
read about it as this lamborghini redlines
i’m ck with my cody way
mistaken for bk when the flow’s displayed
when really i’m bx with that reflex
replaced in va, i’m a reject
perfection takes time like a vintage wine
don’t compare me to fake rappers, they just f-cking rhyme
so when you want a johnny on the spot
the only thing i got is my glock

[hook: a$ap.ferg]
we got our hand in our pocket with our finger on the trigger
little man with a couple rockets, you ain’t f-cking with us
cause your man on the blocka blocka, brain up on that ceiling
i be d-mned if you gossip, gossip, run up on your children
and they don’t and they don’t and they don’t and they don’t
(this is what it is)
and they don’t and they don’t and they don’t and they don’t
(this is what it is)
and they don’t and they don’t and they don’t and they don’t
(we gon’ run up on your kids)
and they don’t and they don’t and they don’t and they don’t
(and it is what it is)
and they don’t

[verse 2: pusha t]
the best things come to those who wait, the yola bakes
the condo is paid off by the closing date
no verse paid for that, that’s from throwing weight
to every n-gga getting money hope to motivate
and all similar guns, rozay runs
for 16 hours we would sweep up crumbs
still then we would never sleep on n-ggas
kept our hands in our pockets and our fingers on the trigger

[hook]

[verse 3: a$ap.ferg]
you talking about what you gon’ do, sir, talking about busting your ruger
i don’t believe you got looser, most of you p-ssies is neutered
talking about how you got big guns, you just be f-ck computers
talking about how your man draws, this n-gga remind me of luther
i’m just a little bipolar and my system is hunting on solar
and i’m spitting like [?] welcome to an island of vultures
and i’m so superfragilisticexpi-out-of-my-dosage
and i need my medicine cause i’m sick as f-cking neurosis
in the focus, lines of c0ke in noses [?]
f-cking b-tches [?]
oh sh-t, tell your b-tch to blow this
i’m a motherf-cking lunatic, run around with hooligans
this motherf-cker don’t want beef, i heard he on some tuna sh-t
hit him over the head with a motherf-cking pool stick
hold this f-cker a hostage, hmm, feed this b-tch a spoon of sh-t
you like that?
i’mma take this garbage out and i’ll be right back

- sean c lv lyrics

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