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The Calling Keep Your Hands To Yourself

shelf She said, "Don't hand me no lines And keep your hands to yourself" But baby baby baby, why you treat me this way? You know I'm still your lover

Tradução: The Calling. Mantenga sus manos para.

: [Intro] On them streets You better keep your hand on them heats And live what you sayin' on them beats Real talk.. [Verse 1] They ain't walkin' the

to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your

my first born, feel me .. My words to my first born .. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born .. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your

you didn't feel it when a nigga didn't call ya Keep your CD, save your money, it's hard to make a dollar You wastin your time, swallow your pride, be

me keep the dice rolling And keep it traditional the way I keep my money falling While you slacking on your macking dude we always keep it going Right

matoes, used to call me fatso (used to call me fatso) Now you call me Castro, my rap flows (yeah) Militant, y'all faggots ain't killin shit Oops Cristal keep

And you the master dealer May death be on your brow May razors slash your mainline I'm calling you out right now May all your vilest nightmares Consume your