Lyrics Handcuffs - Dice SoHo, Sauce Walka, Rizzoo

Handcuffs

Flavor God
It’s HOT!
Rizzo Cuttin' Up
Pimped on a ho cuz I wanted more cheese
Handcuffs on my belt like the police
Ferragamo same color as my gold teeth
This bitch gave me head
Like she got no teeth
Saucy, yo bitch brought me more cheese
Handcuffs on my belt like the police
Ferragamo same color as my gold teeth
This bitch gave me head
Like she got no teeth
If the whip ain’t fast
If she ain’t got cash
Hell no, I don’t want her
Got a lot of bitches on me
New Ferragamo belt with
The Handcuffs on it
Yo ho she want me
But i told her, she ain’t get a
Damn thing from me
Pull up on me
If you want got the pole up on me
So don’t get left lonely
Young DiceSoHo
Ice ya life, be the logo
Still ridin' in the photo
I’m never ridin' solo
Got ya bitch takin photos
Drank got me on slo-mo
Still drippin, (OHH-WEE)
The sauce got me out here pimpin
Fuck around, pull up in a Bentley
And my shooter, gone shoot
Till it’s empty (Rizzo Rizzo)
Pimpin' on the bitch (THE BITCH)
Drippin' on the bitch
I poured the Goose and the King
That feel like a sin
Red flags on the land
Call me President
They say the Jackers outside
Let 'em in
FAA FAA FAA FAA
Pussy Nigga don’t even fuckin' try
I’m on a sauce diet
Spit cold game on the ho
Fire hydrant, move in silence
Fuck a stylus
Ferragamo shorts on the island
Yea this bitch call me Gilligan
Bet you wanna ride on this wave again
Yellow gold grill, I’mma bright nigga
40 cal.
for a fuck nigga
Sauce Deck got crack, got hoes
That’ll bring a lot of money
To a young nigga
All for being taught
For Pimpin', I’m Winning
Lord forgive me cuz I’m sinning, and pimpin
Got a mutha fuckin' loft fulla hoes
Lotta snow, and we still selling blow
You didn’t know, Nigga Sauce Deck
J Red where tha soft at?
Listen, she paying attention for Benjies
For money, for thousands, for millions Nigga