Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Handle Me, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 14.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Handle Me |
| Yeah! Black migo gang\nBentley mulsanne I treat it like a trap car\nWOOOP! WOOOP! god damn that’s a squad car\nThey gave me life and I’mma try to jump the barbed wire\nThey pulled it over with the pack, she the fall guy\nIt’s gu-ap, big dog, you the small guy\nI made you dope jump, I try to make the pot cry\nI was a snotty nosed brat, that was '85\nYou’re partner pussy made him come up out his 95's\nAnd if I choke on the chicken, oh you’ll all die\nNo shoe strings in my loafers, I got mob ties\nGet on these number lines and I’m understanding no line\nHe doing fifty, he may never see the sun shine\nI can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me\nAll these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me\nAll my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me\nHotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!\nI’m the king of the street, the South ain’t big enough\nI had to take the throne, he ain’t hood enough\nFake rapper, why the fuck you rap the hood for?\nThe young niggas starving, no that ain’t no pull up\nYou rather be rich and famous, I rather be rich\nCause you could die famous and won’t have shit\nThe street farmers, I put life insurance on bricks\nSo every time you buy ten, you get an extra ten\nStand down, busting juugs, turn me to a super-star\nFive hundred dollars in the swisher smoking caviar\nKnown as a real street nigga, that’s who I do it for\nMe and Gucci remix in the kitchen, adding bricks up\nI can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me\nAll these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me\nAll my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me\nHotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me!\nOh, I’m countin money in my bachelor plaid chilling\nRunnin circles round these square ass niggas\nSelling dope and fucking hoes\nMy bitch say she can’t handle me\nAt Benihana’s use my Gucci scarf for fucking handkerchief\nPromethazine and kush, that’s my recipe\nI sleep walk and count money, nigga, I don’t go to sleep!\nAll this designer, oh, how could you not notice me\nWe’re just shitting on the industry like we supposed to be!\nMy window down my weed lit\nI’m fresh as fuck, yo bitch with her hair up\nIn a mini coop goin 150\nI hit the gas, I’m turnt up\nNow, I’m smoking gas, going 160\nI heard they’re looking for me, I’m at Castalia, nigga come get me!\nI can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me\nAll these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me\nAll my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me\nHotter than a candle be, I can’t let you handle me! |