- Votes:
- Composers:
- Kejuan Muchita
- Albert Johnson
- J Williams
 
- Tags:
- rap
- the infamous
 
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Mobb Deep - Handcuffs lyrics
Girl, I know you love a thug be wildin'
 Smack flames out a nigga and I got you smilin'
 The way I cut a nigga every which way but loose
 A blood stained Gucci suit will be the proof
 Laid back cat but I love to chill
 Love a freak in a thong with a freak full of yawn
 Said you went to Catholic school and that's cool
 Let me see you throw the suit on
 With no interruptions, ma turn the cell off
 Start for the touchin' and I'm sick with the candle
 A fatty, ain't nothin' that a nigga can't handle
 I been through it
 It's a first time for everything, settin' you free
 And I feel you your man ain't lettin' you breathe
 You a dime from your face to your navel
 Your man better wake the fuck up and let you out of that stable
 Used to think like that until I thought
 That's the shoe on the other foot and I got for
 Stay home, cook and clean like she the boss
 Hell no nigga, not while I'm up in New York
 She gonna do what she want, flirt when she want
 Fuck who she want, then nigga, it's a wrap
 You like 'No she won't', but yes she will
 Chick might as well have Big comin' out of jail
 I got them keys to those handcuffs
 Wanna be free, throw your hands up
 I got them keys to those handcuffs
 Wanna be free, throw your hands up
 I got them keys to those handcuffs
 Wanna be free, throw your hands up
 I got them keys to those handcuffs
 Wanna be free, throw your hands up
 Mobb Deep - Handcuffs - http://motolyrics.com/mobb-deep/handcuffs-lyrics.html
 My niggas in NY know the game
 Bitch front, she gettin' out on the shoulder lane
 It's 3 in the mornin', why you think you came
 Should've stayed where you was, I don't play those games
 Ring on the finger, fatty off the meter
 There's only one thing that this shit could lead to
 The reaction, your mind'll crack
 And put my mans on if it's poppin', bitch you laughin'?
 Everything that I spit is real
 And everything on your inside you scared to tell
 The word creep, "No" ring a bell
 Girl, I know the situation all too well
 I'ma keep it gangsta, rep the 'bout
 Lady caught on, so I had to bounce
 With bleach in the crib, all my clothes got doused
 That's when a nigga knew I had to get out
 Know what you're goin' through, been there before
 Relationships now, it's like they got these laws
 Girl all you wanna do is just be free
 And that's why a nigga like me got these keys
 I got them keys to those handcuffs
 Wanna be free, throw your hands up
 I got them keys to those handcuffs
 Wanna be free, throw your hands up
 I got them keys to those handcuffs
 Wanna be free, throw your hands up
 I got them keys to those handcuffs
 Wanna be free, throw your hands up
 I got them keys
 Wanna be free
 Wanna be free















