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