Look at me on my way to be a pro rapper
Pull up to your bitches house then I f*ckin' clap her
Slap her she a freaky bitch she call me master
Pull out that bitches pussy then I nut blast her
My flow be so sick it be lookin' like plaster
Every time I pull up on yo block
I got yo bitch on the clock suckin' cock
Step to me you can eat lead out this glock
Everywhere I go I only f*ck with thots
I like my filthy bitches
I like to be on top
They like to milk my dick drop for drop
Imma pull up and imma bang her
If I bust inside I bust out the coat hanger
I keep my circle small I only f*ck with two fools
You got the education
Of a kid in preschool
Nigga get away from me
Cause I don't f*ck with you
People always tellin' us to stop
Nah niggas we never gonna drop
Every time we pull up on the block
Everyone be duckin' cause we poppin' shots
Grew up on that block
All we know to do is scrap
Live yo best life
Sometimes you gotta keep a strap
Looked at death twice
All these niggas do is cap
That bitch got shaky legs
When I hit it from the back
And she know what's up
Once I'm done she doin' dishes
When she done I send her off
Don't pay another visit
Left a present in that pussy
Like it's time for Christmas
But I never cuff a thot
She don't get the Mrs
People always tellin' us to stop
Nah niggas we never gonna drop
Every time we pull up on the block
Everyone be duckin' cause we poppin' shots
When I pull up she ride my dick like bike
When I finish I disappear ghost-like
I left a mess like the commander of the Third Reich
I murder this beat like the acts at Columbine
If I get caught up it's good I got an alibi
When I'm in the clear I find that snitch and give him cyanide
I'll never cuff a bitch
I don't want a f*ckin' bride
Runnin' yo mouth
I'll cap a hole in you so wide
If she actin' out
She can get this backhand
But she still eat up my dick
Like she Pac-Man
Do it right
We takin' trips out to San Fran
Once we there
I beat it up till she can't stand
That bitch a freak
I got her down in a hand stand
She on top
While I sit there watching Family Man
I sling the dick
Now that bitch call me dirty Dan
I f*ck her right
Now she beggin' me for rounds again
People always tellin' us to stop
Nah niggas we never gonna drop
Every time we pull up on the block
Everyone be duckin' cause we poppin' shots
205x775 - Handlin' Bitches Lyrics
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Look at me on my way to be a pro rapper
Pull up to your bitches house then I f*ckin' clap her
Slap her she a freaky bitch she call me master
Pull out that bitches pussy then I nut blast her
My flow be so sick it be lookin' like plaster
Every time I pull up on yo block
I got yo bitch on the clock suckin' cock
Step to me you can eat lead out this glock
Everywhere I go I only f*ck with thots
I like my filthy bitches
I like to be on top
They like to milk my dick drop for drop
Imma pull up and imma bang her
If I bust inside I bust out the coat hanger
I keep my circle small I only f*ck with two fools
You got the education
Of a kid in preschool
Nigga get away from me
Cause I don't f*ck with you
People always tellin' us to stop
Nah niggas we never gonna drop
Every time we pull up on the block
Everyone be duckin' cause we poppin' shots
Grew up on that block
All we know to do is scrap
Live yo best life
Sometimes you gotta keep a strap
Looked at death twice
All these niggas do is cap
That bitch got shaky legs
When I hit it from the back
And she know what's up
Once I'm done she doin' dishes
When she done I send her off
Don't pay another visit
Left a present in that pussy
Like it's time for Christmas
But I never cuff a thot
She don't get the Mrs
People always tellin' us to stop
Nah niggas we never gonna drop
Every time we pull up on the block
Everyone be duckin' cause we poppin' shots
When I pull up she ride my dick like bike
When I finish I disappear ghost-like
I left a mess like the commander of the Third Reich
I murder this beat like the acts at Columbine
If I get caught up it's good I got an alibi
When I'm in the clear I find that snitch and give him cyanide
I'll never cuff a bitch
I don't want a f*ckin' bride
Runnin' yo mouth
I'll cap a hole in you so wide
If she actin' out
She can get this backhand
But she still eat up my dick
Like she Pac-Man
Do it right
We takin' trips out to San Fran
Once we there
I beat it up till she can't stand
That bitch a freak
I got her down in a hand stand
She on top
While I sit there watching Family Man
I sling the dick
Now that bitch call me dirty Dan
I f*ck her right
Now she beggin' me for rounds again
People always tellin' us to stop
Nah niggas we never gonna drop
Every time we pull up on the block
Everyone be duckin' cause we poppin' shots
Pull up to your bitches house then I f*ckin' clap her
Slap her she a freaky bitch she call me master
Pull out that bitches pussy then I nut blast her
My flow be so sick it be lookin' like plaster
Every time I pull up on yo block
I got yo bitch on the clock suckin' cock
Step to me you can eat lead out this glock
Everywhere I go I only f*ck with thots
I like my filthy bitches
I like to be on top
They like to milk my dick drop for drop
Imma pull up and imma bang her
If I bust inside I bust out the coat hanger
I keep my circle small I only f*ck with two fools
You got the education
Of a kid in preschool
Nigga get away from me
Cause I don't f*ck with you
People always tellin' us to stop
Nah niggas we never gonna drop
Every time we pull up on the block
Everyone be duckin' cause we poppin' shots
Grew up on that block
All we know to do is scrap
Live yo best life
Sometimes you gotta keep a strap
Looked at death twice
All these niggas do is cap
That bitch got shaky legs
When I hit it from the back
And she know what's up
Once I'm done she doin' dishes
When she done I send her off
Don't pay another visit
Left a present in that pussy
Like it's time for Christmas
But I never cuff a thot
She don't get the Mrs
People always tellin' us to stop
Nah niggas we never gonna drop
Every time we pull up on the block
Everyone be duckin' cause we poppin' shots
When I pull up she ride my dick like bike
When I finish I disappear ghost-like
I left a mess like the commander of the Third Reich
I murder this beat like the acts at Columbine
If I get caught up it's good I got an alibi
When I'm in the clear I find that snitch and give him cyanide
I'll never cuff a bitch
I don't want a f*ckin' bride
Runnin' yo mouth
I'll cap a hole in you so wide
If she actin' out
She can get this backhand
But she still eat up my dick
Like she Pac-Man
Do it right
We takin' trips out to San Fran
Once we there
I beat it up till she can't stand
That bitch a freak
I got her down in a hand stand
She on top
While I sit there watching Family Man
I sling the dick
Now that bitch call me dirty Dan
I f*ck her right
Now she beggin' me for rounds again
People always tellin' us to stop
Nah niggas we never gonna drop
Every time we pull up on the block
Everyone be duckin' cause we poppin' shots
Writer: Jarrett Bailey, Kyle Claiborne
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid