"Thees Handz" lyrics
The Grouch & Murs Lyrics
"Thees Handz"
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Snapin', clapin', slapin', smakin'
Wait till I get thees handz in action
Unhand your girl, ill hand you a napkin
To wipe your tears, cuz your mac is slackin'
They told me put my hands on the hood
I put my hands in the air, and throw up my hood
Thees handz they never flip birds
But I still flip a middle finger to a pig... wurd
One hand on the mic, one had on my dick
Your hands in the air, thees handz don't care
Ten fingers to touch, squeeze and please
To count the scratch, and tickle the keys
Shake the dice up, beat the drum
Do the reps man, grab you some
When shit gets real it's time to lash out
Or put your hands on the wheel or smash out
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz, motha fucka you can catch deez
Tell your girl, bring that ass... undress please
And imma grab her with both of my hands
Fucked a lot of these girls, and yeah, most of um fans
Seah Daily told me not to ever groupie girls
Had a lot a sex but never fucked a Gucci girl
Grouch did a song with her
If my ass wasn't married, then I prolly wuda hit her
When I was young I dug my hands in the earth
Then I got older, put hands up her skirt
Teacher told me I should wash my hands
But I'd rather be a filthy, dirty young man
Hands down the best rapper in the underground
Check the profile, fool, we don't fuck around
We don't mumble like rest of these fuckin clowns
Pick a city any stage we'll shut 'em down
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
This shit sound like (chest day)
Put your max weight on the bar and press play
I'm slap boxing with the beat
Used to walk around strapped, with a pocket full of heat
And I was still down to throw from the shoulders man
But that type of shit will land you in the holdin' tank
So nowadays I don't chuck'em, I just chuck'up a deuce
Three kids and wife, I've got too much to lose
Thees handz been all around the world my dear
Thees handz been all around the world, bitch
Chokin', smokin', far and near
Many oceans, searchin' for a pearl, bitch
Never panhandled, only manhandled
Get what I want within my clutch, bitch
Chuck a peace sign, if your at least nines
Or flip you the bird, I give a fuck
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thees handz motha fucka thees handz
Built this from the ground up with a fool proof plain
Thanks to Stephanie S for adding these lyrics.
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"Thees Handz" (2019)
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