FES TAYLOR - Pearl Handle lyrics
rate mePearl Handle / Fes Taylor[Chorus: Fes Taylor]That Wolf Pack shitI got a fully load clip, nigga, I stay on that shitThat what, that what, that Wolf Pack shitI got a fully load clip, nigga, I stay on that shitThat what, that what, that Wolf Pack shitI got a fully load clip, nigga, I stay on that shitThat what, that what, that Wolf Pack shit[Fes Taylor]First nigga pull a slammer out, usually don't dieTry some shit you seen in the movie, the uzi by my sideGo ahead, prove to me you live, knew that he a lieNudity manage to me and Mary J. BligeFront on me or mines, need Medicaid cardsWolves will spray at your car, nigga better pray to GodWe don't got no hammers, right ("Get the fuck out my face with that shit")Son, I smack a nigga with the pearl handle, rightTo his fucking forehead *four gun shots*And now the nigga's all dead ("Feel better muthafucka?")Hugging on the block on them corners and avesKnow he got them quarters and halves, you want it in slabsYou get it in bags, 12/12's hard to fit in bagsUse corners, ripping the plastic bagsOut of town shit, front at this rap shitFuck all this clown shit, I'm done with this rap shitNiggas can snap, lean and pop, but if I snapped, then a nina popTake a deep breath, then ya breathing stopShoot back, even cops, over these bleeding blocksCrack ain't selling, run up in a reefer spotI hit the pizza spot, nigga, you a beast or notI got a plan ready, run up in ManfrediTell him how the van's ready, how we expand Feddi[Chorus]
