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Blackbear - No Hands Feat Max Lyrics

[blackbear]

All of my people, you know that I got 'em
Poppin' Dom P maybe pour out the bottle
I made 'bout fifty this week but who countin'?
I got Raf Simons that worth 'bout a thousand
Came from a trap that's real deep in the valley
Spend a week in New York spend a week out in Cali
I got my brethren I got my bread up
I fucked three times but then I got all fed up

I wine and dine these occasional model girls

Money is cool but I'd rather go get the world
I used to dream 'bout the shit that I'm doing now
Don't try to relate 'cause you don't understand
I'ma go fucking ham look mama no hands
No hands, no hands
No hands, no hands, no hands, no

[MAX]

All of these trends yeah you know I don't follow
Still smell success, wear my girl's clothes borrow
Fame is some poison, a hard pill to swallow
I'll pop that snap, Grammy nods come tomorrow
Still in this shit, yeah you saw me on TV
I'm still that kid, rock with Kad-E & Stevie
I got my real ones and I got my fake ones
Die for my friends, no replies if you ain't one

I used to fuck with occasional model girls

Money is cool but I'd rather go get the world
I used to dream 'bout the shit that I'm doing now
You can try to relate but you won't understand
I'ma go fucking ham look mama no hands
No hands, no hands
No hands, no hands, no hands, no

Look mama no hands, look mama no hands, look mama no hands

No hands, no hands
No hands, no hands
No hands, no hands, no hands, no
No hands, no hands, no hands, no