Upper Hand
| Title | Upper Hand |
|---|---|
| Artist | B. Bacc. |
| Album | Long Way Home |
| Release Date | 2019-01-11 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | [Verse 1] Yeeeee, all my demons they be sleepin under palm trees All these womens got me trippin they don’t want me My parents taught me, never play the victim Never say what u thinkin Hide yo ice in the hood, don’t skate where it’s sinkin I’m a muthafuckin tan, Abraham Lincoln Yo shit is background music we don’t play it to listen I hustle hard like a stripper that be payin tuition I had health problems so I upgraded nutrition Updated my friendships, and fuck u if u hatin My bucks new ye the payment Put the whip on the pavement It’s more degrees cz I’m flamin Yo bitch put me on her playlist AHHH [Hook] I said Break it down that’s the only way they understand They bumpin fists but I know they want the upper hand I cut yo wrists if you ever get the upper hand Can’t fuck with this, damn I think I’m from another land [Bridge] Yeeeee, I need more of my space, astronaut Don’t let a word go to waste, garbage talk [Verse 2] My tongue is a sword Saliva made of mace That’s an innuendo In yo friend tho Go both ways I Talk dirty like the money I’m thumbin My heart ache but I ain’t hungry for lovin Nah I’m lyin, told my cousin at the wedding drop a line Open nose like a soul when the white bites my…nose [Hook] I said Break it down that’s the only way they understand They bumpin fists but I know they want the upper hand I cut yo wrists if you ever get the upper hand Can’t fuck with this, damn I think I’m from another landYou might also like |