Texty:
Lift Handle

healing Ooh, I just gotta love myself, love myself Now, I ain't never been the freaky chick But I'm feeling kind of twisted My shirt is lifted all up

Lift me up on my honor Take me over this spell Get this weight of my shoulder I've carried it well Lose these shackles of pressure Shake me out of these

While I'm suckin' on your girls h****** Don't play macho, while you got the gun Cause if you got to reload Wyclef the multi-talented Average heads can't handle

cause they're not blind While I live the thin line, between love and hate How many gon' survive Armageddon Just waiting to atone that day In the Roman gates here to make no mistakes Handle

a distance I could love em' Frienemies, frienemies The ones you kept close, the ones you love the most Frienemies You know who you kiss, you know who you lift

chest out Flip your hair While they staring Say yep that's me, yep Girl you strutting looking flawless Them red bottoms on Just to let them know you balling Independent (ayy) Handle

to live up to these expectations? Now look, I love my daughter more than life in itself But I got a wife that's determined to make my life livin' hell But I handle

man, aight Steelo type fat, solar type facts Later for milk and honey Get the money out this piece, relax (Relax) I handle streets, all type slick Just

rollin' with big thugs We get in clubs you know you gettin' ya shit bust Not too many ducks is goin' against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift