Hands SAINt JHN
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[Intro]
Thirsty niggas
I don't like the look of it
[Verse]
Hanging out the motherfucking window with the proper banger
Looking like a million, I'm a motherfucking doppelgänger
And that's because I'm popping like a top on a Tropicana
I swear to God, the chopper make him stop and do that Macarena
I-I-I-I'm a motherfucking beast, though
You say you a pusher, motherfucker what's the key stroke
You say you want me, I send you niggas to the bistro
Hands in the air like a motherfucking disco
Ashante, Frances, ma same
I don't think that this is a game that you really wan' play
I'm tryna be polite but what I really wanna say
Is I'm uneasy, you looking like a mini orange player
And you know I got the plug and I won't ever let the power go
Money on my mind and I won't ever let an hour go
Talking 'bout my product that be growing where the flowers grow
All about the bread and I ain't talking 'bout the sour dough
Loc's and I know you niggas close
When you talkin' 'bout that bread, you gon' need a bigger loaf
Or bigger doses, I was slinging on long back
And singing long songs
I been banging since Harry Potter was hanging on Ron
Damnit, I ain't grow up on this planet
I swear I'm something active, just a little
Swear I want the world and motherfucker I demand it
So cooperate or leave your brains up on that granite (Uh)
Thirsty niggas
I don't like the look of it
[Verse]
Hanging out the motherfucking window with the proper banger
Looking like a million, I'm a motherfucking doppelgänger
And that's because I'm popping like a top on a Tropicana
I swear to God, the chopper make him stop and do that Macarena
I-I-I-I'm a motherfucking beast, though
You say you a pusher, motherfucker what's the key stroke
You say you want me, I send you niggas to the bistro
Hands in the air like a motherfucking disco
Ashante, Frances, ma same
I don't think that this is a game that you really wan' play
I'm tryna be polite but what I really wanna say
Is I'm uneasy, you looking like a mini orange player
And you know I got the plug and I won't ever let the power go
Money on my mind and I won't ever let an hour go
Talking 'bout my product that be growing where the flowers grow
All about the bread and I ain't talking 'bout the sour dough
Loc's and I know you niggas close
When you talkin' 'bout that bread, you gon' need a bigger loaf
Or bigger doses, I was slinging on long back
And singing long songs
I been banging since Harry Potter was hanging on Ron
Damnit, I ain't grow up on this planet
I swear I'm something active, just a little
Swear I want the world and motherfucker I demand it
So cooperate or leave your brains up on that granite (Uh)
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