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Hands On Approach Other

likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t I'm on to the new act, on to my new script B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching

Ahh Other Other, 'ther A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace Achieve

up in your shell about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin', your chest-plate contemplate You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands

this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn one to two now my kilo's got a sibling father knows best, watch my hands are forgiven

on, on site Daylight tonight, the heat held close and tight Beware, here I come with the DPG on my chest Heat gonna spit like Elliot Ness In the darkest zone, you feel alone and on

chair At anyone close or near me tryna approach me physically 'Cause he don't spit lyrically And he knows that my flow's so sick, this hoe's on my dick

pest but my son would love your autograph", wow! They stay on nigga patrol on American roads And when you travel abroad they got World Nigga Law Some folks get on

could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks it's on now ready or

It's yours, now come try me, c'mon Tell me What you thinking about when your hands is all on me ?Cause I've been thinking about all the possibilities Ain't no other