HIDE THEY HAND EmanuelDaProphet
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[Intro]
Psh, yeah, psh, yeah, psh, yeah
Uh, uh
[Chorus]
They tryna throw stones, hide they hand (Hide they hand)
Nah, you ain't right, you ain't fam' (You ain't fam')
That's why I'ma stunt every time I can (I can), just pulled fifty out the pants, huh (Out the pants)
You ain't even real as you think you is (Psh, psh), boy, you talk down on your mans, huh (Your mans)
I keep money on the phone (Psh) for the guys that's sittin' down in the can (Can)
[Verse 1]
Since everybody wanna be so cap, I'ma go buy me a turban, huh
If I fell down and I got back up, somethin' like Donnie McClurky, huh
These industry boys be actin' like girls, need to go buy 'em some purses, huh
I put a ice pack on my feelings when they get ready to surface, huh
Please get the Pharisees out of my way, I thought I told you I'm allergic, hmm
The way I been feelin', I'll leave the US to go do a show out in Turkey, huh
I had to leave the streets, took a route for the Lord, but I ain't even trippin', it's working, huh
I'll look a killer right in his eyes and tell him I love him on purpose
[Chorus]
They tryna throw stones, hide they hand (Hide they hand)
Nah, you ain't right, you ain't fam' (You ain't fam')
That's why I'ma stunt every time I can (I can), just pulled fifty out the pants, huh (Out the pants)
You ain't even real as you think you is (Psh, psh), boy, you talk down on your mans, huh (Your mans)
I keep money on the phone (Psh) for the guys that's sittin' down in the can (Can)
Psh, yeah, psh, yeah, psh, yeah
Uh, uh
[Chorus]
They tryna throw stones, hide they hand (Hide they hand)
Nah, you ain't right, you ain't fam' (You ain't fam')
That's why I'ma stunt every time I can (I can), just pulled fifty out the pants, huh (Out the pants)
You ain't even real as you think you is (Psh, psh), boy, you talk down on your mans, huh (Your mans)
I keep money on the phone (Psh) for the guys that's sittin' down in the can (Can)
[Verse 1]
Since everybody wanna be so cap, I'ma go buy me a turban, huh
If I fell down and I got back up, somethin' like Donnie McClurky, huh
These industry boys be actin' like girls, need to go buy 'em some purses, huh
I put a ice pack on my feelings when they get ready to surface, huh
Please get the Pharisees out of my way, I thought I told you I'm allergic, hmm
The way I been feelin', I'll leave the US to go do a show out in Turkey, huh
I had to leave the streets, took a route for the Lord, but I ain't even trippin', it's working, huh
I'll look a killer right in his eyes and tell him I love him on purpose
[Chorus]
They tryna throw stones, hide they hand (Hide they hand)
Nah, you ain't right, you ain't fam' (You ain't fam')
That's why I'ma stunt every time I can (I can), just pulled fifty out the pants, huh (Out the pants)
You ain't even real as you think you is (Psh, psh), boy, you talk down on your mans, huh (Your mans)
I keep money on the phone (Psh) for the guys that's sittin' down in the can (Can)
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