Yeah! Black migo gang
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Bentley mulsanne I treat it like a trap car
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WOOOP! WOOOP! god damn that’s a squad car
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They gave me life and I’mma try to jump the barbed wire
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They pulled her over with the pack, she the foul one
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It’s gu-ap, big dog, you the small guy
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I made you dope jump, I try to make the pot cry
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I was a snotty nosed brat, that was '85
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Know about the pussy, made it come up by this 9 to 5
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And if I choke on the chicken, oh you’ll all die
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No shoe strings in my loafers, I got mall ties
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Get on these number lines and I’m understanding no line
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He doing fifty, he may never see the sun shine
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(Hook) (x2)
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I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
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All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
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All my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
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Hotter than a candle B, I can’t let you handle me!
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I’m the king of the street, the South ain’t big enough
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I had to take the throne, he ain’t hood enough
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Fake rappers, why the fuck you rap the hood for?
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The young niggas starving, no that ain’t no pull up
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You rather be rich and famous, I rather be rich
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Cause you could die famous and won't have shit
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The street farmers, I put life insurance on bricks
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So every time you buy ten, you get an extra ten
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Stand down, busting juugs, turn me to a super-star
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Five hundred dollars in the swisher smoking caviar
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Known as a real street nigga, that’s who I do it for
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Me and Gucci remix in the kitchen, adding bricks up
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(Hook) (x2)
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I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
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All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
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All my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
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Harder than a candle B, I can’t let you handle me!
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Oh, I'm countin money in my bachelor plaid chilling
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Runnin circles round these square ass niggas
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Selling dope and fucking hoes
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My bitch say she can’t handle me
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At Benihana's use my Gucci scarf for fucking handkerchief
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Promethazine and kush, that’s my recipe
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I sleep walk and count money, nigga, I don’t go to sleep!
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All this designer, oh, how could you not notice me
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We’re just shitting on the industry like we supposed to be!
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My window down my weed lit
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I'm fresh as fuck, yo bitch with her hair up
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Her hair blowin she rollin up
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In a mini coupe goin 150
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I hit the gas, I’m turnt up
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Now, I’m smoking gas, going 160
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I heard they’re looking for me, I'm in Castalia, nigga come get me!
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(Hook) (x2)
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I can’t let you handle me, I can’t let you handle me
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All these bitches scandalous, I can’t let you handle me
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All my niggas dangerous, I can’t let you handle me
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Harder than a counter B, I can’t let you handle me!
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Cant Handle Me
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| Gucci Mane & Young Dolph |
