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Handcuffs
1.882
Hip-Hop/Rap
Handcuffs wurde am 11. Dezember 2001 von LOUD/Columbia als Teil des Albums Infamy veröffentlicht
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AlbumInfamy
Veröffentlichungsdatum11. Dezember 2001
LabelLOUD/Columbia
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
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Musikvideo

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Girl, I know you love a thug be wildin'
Smack flames out a **** and I got you smilin'
The way I cut a **** every which way but loose
A blood stained Gucci suit will be the proof
[Verse 2]
Laid back cat but I love to chill
Love a freak in a thong with a freak full of yarn
Said you went to catholic school and that's cool
Let me see you throw the suit on
[Verse 3]
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 **** can't handle
[Verse 4]
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 **** up and let you out of that stable
[Verse 5]
Used to think like that until I thought
Man, shoe on the other foot and I got fours
Stay home, cook and clean like she the boss
Hell no, ****, not while I'm up in New York
[Verse 6]
She gonna do what she want, flirt when she want, **** who she want
Then, **** it's a wrap
You like no she won't, but yes she will
Chick might as well have Big comin' out of jail
[Verse 7]
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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
My **** in NY know the game
****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
[Verse 10]
Ring on the finger, fatty off the meter
There's only one thing that this **** could lead to
The reaction, your mind'll crack
And put my mans on if it's poppin'
****, you laughing
[Verse 11]
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
[Verse 12]
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 **** knew I had to get out
[Verse 13]
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 **** like me got these keys
[Verse 14]
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
[Verse 15]
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
[Verse 16]
I got them keys, I got them keys, I got them keys
Wanna be free, wanna be free, wanna be free
Written by: Albert Johnson, Kejuan Muchita
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