Wash My Hand

Chief Keef, Bobby Raps

Flamin' this gas up pullin' my pants up Knew you a fan, though runnin' them bands up Clip hold 30, got a lil nigga whole chop Spend this cash faster than A friend turn foes As for the flame and the dope Watch the fire rise You wanna get some money, nigga likewise I gotta wash my hands Don't end up on me, it ain't 'bout bands Kept up, smoking lettuce Gotta grind the dopey, every time I step out Yessir, we gon' camp out Make them blocks wavy, like we goin' fishin' Yo hoe up in my Rarri catchin' this vibe Me and my niggas never switch sides Big 45 I don't care, if you 6'5 You ain't gotta know it's on Me to get striped She feelin' lucky, she sending the charm A summer day, oh no, it's snowin' I'm in that turbo, oh no, it's foreign She came to the pad, oh no, she's drawn Flamin' this gas up pullin' my pants up Knew you a fan, though runnin' them bands up Clip hold 30, got a lil nigga whole chop Spend this cash faster than A friend turn foes As for the flame and the dope Watch the fire rise You wanna get some money, nigga likewise I gotta wash my hands Don't end up on me, it ain't 'bout bands Uh, yeah, I don't use CashApp Uh, got my cash up, uh My grandpa's a nice guy, I'm his grandson Uh, fed up, yeah, no I ain't fed up I'm just gettin' that gravy, ok Come and catch up I blow tooka like it's hookah But I'm not from Lebanon I just pulled up in that old school drop top 1991 and I gave you my whole heart But I'm not the only one Praise that fire to forget Watch it rise like the sun Now I'm Charmander Lit up like jack o'lantern Oh, I have no fear, my heart's a chandelier You just tried to commandeer But I still persevere Keep that iron, I keep that steel That ain't beef, that shit's veal All this dirty money in my hands I need to rinse them All this purple on me right now I'm like a Prince fan That girl gave me brains like a bird She go hard like the Tinman i'm in, uh Outer space like I'm on The Jetsons These boys ain't my sons Ain't even my sons They're my step-sons Don't do nothin' foolish, take that L Learn that lesson Yeah, I go arch-nemesis, turn to Megatron That's your baby momma? Turn her Crib to a traffic stop I do what I want and I get what I want I need all the bread, I don't like bread I like croissants Hit the club and I'm Rain Man, idiot savant In the cut, i'm in the spaceship smokin' Mids with your mom flamin' this gas up Flamin' this gas up pullin' my pants up Knew you a fan, though runnin' them bands up Clip hold 30, got a lil nigga whole chop Spend this cash faster than A friend turn foes As for the flame and the dope Watch the fire rise You wanna get some money, nigga likewise I gotta wash my hands Don't end up on me, it ain't 'bout bands

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