Hands On ft James The Prophet
Chambre Noire
Writers
Upton Park
Lyrics
i ain’t feeling the vibe, i’m feeling tired homies like oh no
smoking all night, i was so hyped, now i’m just so slow
i’m leaving tonight, they want to fight, i said nah bro
walk up a flight, walk up another now i’m at the front door,
go,
hands on me, everyone tryna put hands on me,
keep back 6 feet, my exes miss me, my enemies gon go ham on me
it’s like hands on me, hands on guy with the pen homie
i won’t scuffle in the club we tussle that’s one way to the pen homie
hands on me, he tried to beat up my friends homie
so it’s speeding up had to drop my cup spilled it on my pants you got plans show me,
spent my whole advance on some OG runtz,
now i’m feeling tense, and they can’t slow me, i’m too intense i throw hands homie,
he tried to test me now it’s hands homie
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