| Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel
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| And my nigga keep them drums lookin' like a ferris wheel
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| Got you lookin' down the barrel of my stainless steel
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Your life in my hands for playin' with my bands
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| You play with my money, I chop off your hands
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| My niggas be trappin', they trappin', they sellin'
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| The molly, the gas I can’t stand
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| I’m prayin' tonight the enemy stay out of sight
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| I’m kickin' and whippin' and trappin' the white
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| The birds, they’re flyin' and singin' like Brian McKnight
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| Hunnit bands on your head, I’ll take your life
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| Young rich nigga, pockets on Kelly Price
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| Feel like Bill Clinton, Versace linen
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| I’m packin' the F&N, see snakes in the trenches
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| Plenty of bricks in the bando
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| Put the laser beam on my sniper rifle, I see fuck niggas in camo
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| Hunnit bands on your head, my nigga, I feel like you’re disloyal
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| Heard he got them truckloads, I took it and put it in the water
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| Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip (brr)
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| Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel
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| And my nigga keep them drums lookin' like a ferris wheel
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| Got you lookin' down the barrel of my stainless steel
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Forgiatos on my Murcielago
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| Beatin' that pot like Hoppo
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| Walkin' around with that sack
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| I play with them racks, call me Wells Fargo
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| Yellow diamond, that canary
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| Sell jawbreakers, Ed, Edd and Eddy
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| Pullin' up on Masta P, but I got the hookup
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| Lean in my fanta is shook up
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| Takeoff, they call me NASA
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| Ye ain’t even know I own Delta
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| I’m beatin' the pot, Mayweather
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| Pockets on fat, call me Nutty Professor
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| And I got your life in my hands
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| The block so hot it need a fan
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| Gotta keep a gold F&N
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| Stainless steel all in my pants
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| You play with my money, my nigga, they’ll pull out that Tommy
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| And take it from Clyde and
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| The trap tr&oline, it’s jumpin'
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| Young nigga, I came from nothin' to somethin'
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| Now takin' them trips to Bahamas
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| The molly is bitin', Piranha
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| I’m smokin' imported Quintana, my niggas
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| They animals come from the jungle
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| Put the birds on a scale, it do a backflip (brr)
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| Put that money in the street, it do a cartwheel
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| And my nigga keep them drums lookin' like a ferris wheel
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| Got you lookin' down the barrel of my stainless steel
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands
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| Got your life in my hands, over a hundred bands |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Hands, artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Album song Ransom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп