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Shook Hands

HA!HA!
(See I love shit)

You see what the problem is these's bitches dont know me poke got damn Ho's here we go agin its time to let it go we bout to phone it in you bitches aint comfortable in their own skin
no how you try you could never be Kim

(Verse 1)
Take it back to that Quiet
come without your firearm
4 alarm I blaze bitches with that 1-2 gauge
put them in the box, in the broke, cut it or weed it
how yall bum bitches please!
up careers they pleaded
face it bitch ya done there (echo you there)
back you had ya run there
as far as the bitches busy I'm number 1 here
yeah!

Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
cross that tuck ya goods in
like the Queen of Harlem its BK way
sure niggas eat every day

(Verse 2)
Don't make me put a hit out
rappin' always spit out
put your self in a sticky and GET OUT!
ride or die if they my niggas then im with them
any rats we kiss them like my nigga did them Uh!

x2
Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
cross Bridge tuck ya goods in
get shot locked down wear I'm from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run

(Verse 3)
Never niggas would tell {aint this a bitch} ass niggas scared of jail
FED C.O.'s givin me head in my
makin my bid go easy mail
back at my best, skin dress nigga
Its Sharks in the water git your life vest
or get ate up A's to the S's we K'd up
wipe a nigga out for every thing while he up GIMME THAT!

Aint no Hands in Brooklyn
cross that tuck ya goods in
Niggas get shot, stabbed up & get (yeah!)
you broke bitches aint got a dollar, go get
for your rent money, too mileage is no good
I mean I fucked around, but you the WHOLE HOOD
you still boostin' running round wit' credit Kim like Cleo about to set it off, and let it off (BLAWW!!)

Aint no Shook Hands in
cross that Bridge tuck your in
get shot, locked down wear I'm from,
stick ups turn to shoot niggas you better run

(Verse 4)

marble for all you broads
Richy, Rich-McCaully (Kim)
bitches I pay the cost , whole life I took care of my dogs until the indictment everbody aint stand tall, thats when the bullshit start and the team fell apart and you find out the bitches is the one's with the heart HO ass niggas scared of a punk ass bid, still wind up gettin pocked thats ya PUNK ASS get SNITCH!

Aint no Hands in Brooklyn cross that bridge tuck ya goods in
gangsta in my skirt straight eight in my purse all you bitches get murcked and peace lay in the dirt, all you clowns lay around the way wit dem hope you aint around when them rounds get sprayed at them (BLAWW!) K-I-M its the way I am the way I play you Ho's weren't bread way BK! BK

(chorus)x2
Aint no Shook Hands in
croos Bridge tuck your goods in
niggas get shot down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run!

Run! run! run!------------{fin}