Hands to myself
Hands to myself


You make it hard to keep my hands to myself
Make me wanna do a dance make me melt
Maybe I can raise a kid with your help
Just Keep it Gucci I’ll keep taking off your belt

—
The bills keep coming in
Night time i just pray to see the sun again
Talking spicy you gon have to
Show me something then
They don’t know me
They don’t even know my government


Ain’t Never need no handouts

Dont fit in rather Standout
I dont kno wat them xans about

If I ever pop something then it’s man down

New York in my blood stream
I can make a thug scream

All I really want is Cream

I just wanna hear u sing!!!!




You make it hard to keep my hands to myself
Make me wanna do a dance make me melt
Maybe I can raise a kid with your help
Just Keep it Gucci I’ll keep taking off your belt

—
The bills keep coming in
Night time i just pray to see the sun again
Talking spicy you gon have to
Show me something then
They don’t know me
They don’t even know my government



I hit it like a backboard
I’m back whores
I Mack .... crack jaws
Make them sing, break glass
...bop on wax floors
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Getting money, paying tax more
Drip harder, and I swag more
Brag more
Hundred thousand or better
Thats Middle class scores
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On my 9-5, Thats by 25
Only box I’m tryna be in is between some thighs
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It ain’t the same when I can’t feel the base
It ain’t the same when the music lacks soul
It ain’t the same like back in the days
It ain’t the same and it hurts my soul

Whitney Houston made me feel it
Ms labelle gwan kill it
Ms Aretha was a blessing
Feel like we lost the essence



You make it hard to keep my hands to myself
Make me wanna do a dance make me melt
Maybe I can raise a kid with your help
Just Keep it Gucci I’ll keep taking off your belt

—
The bills keep coming in
Night time i just pray to see the sun again
Talking spicy you gon have to
Show me something then
They don’t know me
They don’t even know my government








Carry arms, carry scars , carry on
Barry white , Vandross, pants off
Bands up , hands up , don’t shoot
N.d.g - E.n.t

Im the synonym of god
One of one but Part two of my moms
Sons get loved daughters get it hard
I know niggas with money that never even
Had a job
Block work

And people with jobs that be mad broke

Hustler to the core till my till my abs hurt
With me she never bored, we puffing made smoke
She understand business first, then that ass work!

Love notes both us mad thirst !
Mad dancing, mad singing, mad soul

It ain’t the same when the music lacks soul
It ain’t the same and it hurts my soul




You make it hard to keep my hands to myself
Make me wanna do a dance make me melt
Maybe I can raise a kid with your help
Just Keep it Gucci I’ll keep taking off your belt

—
The bills keep coming in
Night time i just pray to see the sun again
Talking spicy you gon have to
Show me something then
They don’t know me
They don’t even know my government