Shook Hands Lyrics
you see what the problam is these's bitches dont know me poke theses got dam ho's here we go agin its time to let it go we bout to own it in you bitches aint comftable in your own skin
no matter how you try you could never be kim
(verse 1)
Take it back to the queit storm
dont come with out your fire
arm
four alarm blaze i blaze bitches with that one ,two gage
put them in the box or the grave broke cut up and weave less
how yall bum bitches concited
washed up carrers they pleaded
face it bitch ya done there
lean back you had ya run there
to far as bitches gettin busy im number one here
yeah aint no shook hands in brooklyn
cross that bridge tuck ya goods in
like the queen of harlem but its Bk way
makin sure niggas eat every
day
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dont make me put a hit out tikitack
these rappin all ways spit out
put your self in a sticky sitiuation and never get out
ride or die if they my niggas then im stickin with them
any rats we gonna kiss them like my nigga did them yeah
(chorus)x2
Aint no shook hands in brooklyn
croos that bridge tuck your goods in
niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run
Never thought niggas would tell aint thes a bitch ass niggas scared of jail
fed co's givin me head in my cell
makin my bid go easy recieve mail
back at my best
skin tight drees
nigga its sharks in the water come wit ya life vest
or get ate up
as's we k'ed up
wipe a nigga out for every thing while hes laid up gimmie that
aint no shook hands in brooklyn niggas get shoot stabed up to get buck
you bumb bitches aint got a dollor go get fucked
for your rent moneey
to much millage is no good
i mean i fucked around but you fucked the whole hood
you bitches still bostin running
round wit creadit kim like cleo bout to set it of a let if (blaw)
(chorus)x2
Aint no shook hands in brooklyn
croos that bridge tuck your goods in
niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run
(verse)2
order marbel floors before all you broads
rich rich macarley carl
bitch i paved the card
whole life i took care of my dogs until the inditment ever body aint stand tall thats when the bull shit start and the team fell a part and you find out it was the bitch with the heart ho as niggas scared of a punk as bid you still wind up gettin pooked thats what ya punk ass get (snitch)
aint no shook hands in brookly cross that bride tuck ya goods in
gangsta in my skirt straight eight in my purse all you bitches get murcked and peace lay in the dirt all you clowns lay around wit them hope you aint around when them rounds get spraided at them k.i.m its the way im the way i play you hos wasent bread this way BK
(chorus)x2
Aint no shook hands in brooklyn
croos that bridge tuck your goods in
niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run
