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No Hands (feat. Roscoe Dash & Wale)

(Listen to this track bitch!)[Chorus]

Girl the way you're movin'

Got me in a trance, DJ turn me up

Ladies dis yo jam (c'mon)

I'ma sip Moscato

And you 'gon lose dem pants

Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Girl drop it to the floor

I love the way yo booty go

All I want to do is sit back, and watch you move

And I'll proceed to throw this cash(Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, whoa, whoa)

All that ass

In yo jeans

Can Wale beat

And Roscoe skeet

Long hair she don't care

When she walk she get stares

Brown skin or a yellow-bone

D.J. this my favorite song

So I'ma make it thunderstorm

Bud, want it Flocka yea

Blowin' fuck it I don't care

Dresses flyin' everywhere

Got my partner Roscoe, like bruh

I'm drunk as hell, can't you tell?

Booze help me hit them fifteen steps

I'm fuckin', well I'm tryna hit the hotel

With two girls that swallow me

Take this dick while swallow

Pay Moscato got her freaky

Aye you got me in a trance

Please take off yo pants

Pussy pop on her handstand

You got me sweatin'

Please pass me a fan damn![Chorus](Aye, aye, Wale, uh)

She said look ma' no hands

She said look ma' no hands

And no darling I don't dance

And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka

I think I deserve a chance

I'm a bad mothafucka'

Gon' ask some mothafuckas

A young handsome mothafucka'

I sling that wood I just nun chuck 'em

And, who you wit' and, what's yo name?

And, you not hear boo, I'm Wale

And, that D.C. shit I rep all day

And, my eyes red 'cause of all that haze

Don't blow my high, let me shine

Drumma' on the beat, let me take my time

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Is you out yo mind, you out yo league

I sweat no bitches, just sweat out weaves

Where our tracks, let me do my thing

I got sixteen, for this Roscoe thing

But, I'm almost done, let me get back to it

Whole lotta loud, and a little backwood

Whole lotta money, big tip I would

I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch[Chorus](Roscoe Dash, let's go)

R-O-S-C-O-E-Mr. shawty put it on me (please)

I be goin' ham

Shawty upgrade from baloney (please)

Them niggas tippin' good

Girl but I can make it flood (I can)

Cause I walk around

With pockets bigger that are than my bus (whoa)

Rain, rain go away

That's what all my haters say

My pockets stuck on overload

My rain never evaporates

No need to elaborate

Most studies just exaggerate

But, I'ma get money nigga

Everyday stuntin' nigga

Ducks might get a chance after me, bitch I'm ballin'

Like I'm comin' off of free throws

Cause the head of the game

No cheat codes Lambo, Roscoe

No street code and your booty got me lost like Nemo

Go, go, go g-gon' and do yo dance

And, I'ma throw this money

While you do it wit' no hands (Go on!)[Chorus]

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