Arm And Hammer Lyrics

Kevin Gates

By Any Means

Lyrics to Arm And Hammer
Arm And Hammer Video:
Box of soda red and gold arm and hammer, arm and hammer
Do the microwave or stove,arm and hammer
trap girl on my phone
Going hard just ran out of arm and hammer
She like damn I'm at the store
What you want? you should know sand which bags and arm and hammer
With a scale I go on hammer
trap junkie I got judges watching burglar bars and cameras

phone chargin when I hit lotto,
Pull up to the trap right on the lawn, wit el gato, no mercy on you
no comparing I b fuckin models
Bang bang
Check the sill ,it's a full bottle
One of my associations
In my trap on my couch like my legs it's broke
Catch yourself, ain't no way I could be dead and broke
Let em' in shut the burglar lock dead bolt
dont wanna try I got that eye make they head smoke
in the kitchen I'm wipping can be like whatchamacallit
work b fuckin retawdid
that's why my customers calling
Got two houses I jump in and fix they weight by themself
from the rock to the bank, we paid both ways and we safe

box of soda red and gold, arm and hammer
to the microwave or stove with arm and hammer,
Twelve girls on my phone
Going hard just bust out my own Camaro
See like damn I love it more
What you want? you should know imma land her
the dicks worth half a mil
bitch want it, I got groupies wantin More from me than water Adam sandler...

Get a jot down the road, so im picking my bait up
In the drop feeling naughties
You won't wait so they waive us
They be like sleeping 3 plays
My nickname should lay up
Fuck the club in the mall right now I'm staking my cake up
Fuck you whore I could jack ff, I don't play brake up then make up
you pussies gamin wit me if you play your face could get paint up...
Don't make us send you staright to the made ups
boutmy paper, I'm tailored might step out on ocasion
Say that you should look in mirror
Here's the congratulations
Inviting me on vacation, reception all from Jamaican
Call it back and play the dollar, bless up for each
and all who remain us
In a world of bad bitchs don't pass by the car hatin

box of soda red and gold, arm and hammer
to the microwave or stove with arm and hammer,
Twelve girls on my phone
Going hard just bust out my own Camaro
See like damn I love it more
What you want? you should know imma land her
the dicks worth half a mil
bitch want it, I got groupies wantin More from me than water Adam sandler
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