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Wrong Hands Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Dublavet
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: James Weaver




Jay Dublavet - Wrong Hands Lyrics
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All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
(It's It's T.....1...)
We got more drums than a boy band
You pour up a four, I roll up four grams
I come from apartments with the door jammed
I had dreams about a mansion and the floor plans
Some things in life I don't understand
But I know one thing, I gotta get them bands
When I shoot, I don't care if I hit the wrong man
This what happens when that choppa in the WRONG HANDS
Baby girl I got long bands
He jumped off the porch and died in the lawn, damn
I was lost I ain't know where I was going man
You don't wanna go to hell nigga stop playing
All I know is taking risks
Had the police chasing shit
Baby I ain't chasing shit
I just wanna taste the shit
All she know is taking dick
I'm bouta leave she taking bricks
Dare you try to take some shit
Yea
Cook you like some steak & shrimp
Banana clips just like a chimp
I got hoes just like a pimp
Walk my dog with a limp
Baby girl your man a simp
I seen my future, I had a glimpse
Since high-school you been a wimp
Yea
Nigga try me he gon' die
That choppa kickin' like Muay Thai
I hit your block I'm scoring high
We going eye for an eye
I know that you live a lie
Can't wait to get that redeye
Or that demon like a dead guy
Heart colder than a blizzard
Niggas snakes, Niggas lizards
Keep a stick just like a wizard
Your bitch unzip my zipper
These niggas bitter
Because I get it quicker
Please don't turn me to a killer
Cuz' I never shiver
When I up the clipper
I can never kiss her
I treat her like some litter
Then I grab the scissors
That bitch call me Clifford
I smoke dope I don't do liquor
I'm broke bitch, how you figure?
White people call me NIGGER
Cuz' how I'm driving, skrt-skrt
Don't know I got the trigger
Please do not get me triggered
I aim better and shoot quicker
Seven Six Two's, I'm a 76er
Please don't make me put you in the blender
We got more drums than a boy band
You pour up a four, I roll up four grams
I come from apartments with the door jammed
I had dreams about a mansion and the floor plans
Some things in life I don't understand
But I know one thing, I gotta get them bands
When I shoot, I don't care if I hit the wrong man
This what happens when that choppa in the WRONG HANDS
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English

All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
All I know is taking risks
(It's It's T.....1...)
We got more drums than a boy band
You pour up a four, I roll up four grams
I come from apartments with the door jammed
I had dreams about a mansion and the floor plans
Some things in life I don't understand
But I know one thing, I gotta get them bands
When I shoot, I don't care if I hit the wrong man
This what happens when that choppa in the WRONG HANDS
Baby girl I got long bands
He jumped off the porch and died in the lawn, damn
I was lost I ain't know where I was going man
You don't wanna go to hell nigga stop playing
All I know is taking risks
Had the police chasing shit
Baby I ain't chasing shit
I just wanna taste the shit
All she know is taking dick
I'm bouta leave she taking bricks
Dare you try to take some shit
Yea
Cook you like some steak & shrimp
Banana clips just like a chimp
I got hoes just like a pimp
Walk my dog with a limp
Baby girl your man a simp
I seen my future, I had a glimpse
Since high-school you been a wimp
Yea
Nigga try me he gon' die
That choppa kickin' like Muay Thai
I hit your block I'm scoring high
We going eye for an eye
I know that you live a lie
Can't wait to get that redeye
Or that demon like a dead guy
Heart colder than a blizzard
Niggas snakes, Niggas lizards
Keep a stick just like a wizard
Your bitch unzip my zipper
These niggas bitter
Because I get it quicker
Please don't turn me to a killer
Cuz' I never shiver
When I up the clipper
I can never kiss her
I treat her like some litter
Then I grab the scissors
That bitch call me Clifford
I smoke dope I don't do liquor
I'm broke bitch, how you figure?
White people call me NIGGER
Cuz' how I'm driving, skrt-skrt
Don't know I got the trigger
Please do not get me triggered
I aim better and shoot quicker
Seven Six Two's, I'm a 76er
Please don't make me put you in the blender
We got more drums than a boy band
You pour up a four, I roll up four grams
I come from apartments with the door jammed
I had dreams about a mansion and the floor plans
Some things in life I don't understand
But I know one thing, I gotta get them bands
When I shoot, I don't care if I hit the wrong man
This what happens when that choppa in the WRONG HANDS
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Writer: James Weaver
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