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bre swagz - hands to myself lyrics
hands to myself
you make it hard to keep my hands to myself
make me wanna do a dance make me melt
maybe i can raise a kid with your help
just keep it gucci i’ll keep taking off your belt
—
the bills keep coming in
night time i just pray to see the sun again
talking spicy you gon have to
show me something then
they don’t know me
they don’t even know my government
ain’t never need no handouts
dont fit in rather standout
i dont kno wat them xans about
if i ever pop something then it’s man down
new york in my blood stream
i can make a thug scream
all i really want is cream
i just wanna hear u sing!!!!
you make it hard to keep my hands to myself
make me wanna do a dance make me melt
maybe i can raise a kid with your help
just keep it gucci i’ll keep taking off your belt
—
the bills keep coming in
night time i just pray to see the sun again
talking spicy you gon have to
show me something then
they don’t know me
they don’t even know my government
i hit it like a backboard
i’m back wh-r-s
i mack …. crack jaws
make them sing, break gl-ss
…bop on wax floors
–
getting money, paying tax more
drip harder, and i swag more
brag more
hundred thousand or better
thats middle cl-ss scores
—
on my 9-5, thats by 25
only box i’m tryna be in is between some thighs
—
it ain’t the same when i can’t feel the base
it ain’t the same when the music lacks soul
it ain’t the same like back in the days
it ain’t the same and it hurts my soul
whitney houston made me feel it
ms labelle gwan k!ll it
ms aretha was a blessing
feel like we lost the essence
you make it hard to keep my hands to myself
make me wanna do a dance make me melt
maybe i can raise a kid with your help
just keep it gucci i’ll keep taking off your belt
—
the bills keep coming in
night time i just pray to see the sun again
talking spicy you gon have to
show me something then
they don’t know me
they don’t even know my government
carry arms, carry scars , carry on
barry white , vandross, pants off
bands up , hands up , don’t shoot
n.d.g – e.n.t
im the synonym of god
one of one but part two of my moms
sons get loved daughters get it hard
i know n-gg-s with money that never even
had a job
block work
and people with jobs that be mad broke
hustler to the core till my till my abs hurt
with me she never bored, we puffing made smoke
she understand business first, then that -ss work!
love notes both us mad thirst !
mad dancing, mad singing, mad soul
it ain’t the same when the music lacks soul
it ain’t the same and it hurts my soul
you make it hard to keep my hands to myself
make me wanna do a dance make me melt
maybe i can raise a kid with your help
just keep it gucci i’ll keep taking off your belt
—
the bills keep coming in
night time i just pray to see the sun again
talking spicy you gon have to
show me something then
they don’t know me
they don’t even know my government
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