#HANDS OFF MY MACARONI LYRICS HOW TO#

Stormy: it's tough for Stormy to sleep, but when she does, it's in a starfish position. (Eloise, David, and next gen ocs not included) I'm in the mood for overworked/sleepy fluff. Ha, I just noticed my battery percentage was at 69% in the scenario screenshot. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines.

I should hold off on making Valentine's Day scenarios. Kat: Valentines Day isn't for another month. (Kinda spoilers/sneak peak for possible rp scenarios in the future?) 'If she did exist, she'd be preposterous and pointless.' '*Remus purposely throws shuriken at Logan*' '*Deceit puts Logan in the corner during the court case*'

#HANDS OFF MY MACARONI LYRICS HOW TO#

for who don't respect it You gone see these come out at you ejected Shoot with both hands I think i'm ambidextrous Better break up the block like it's Tetris You see holes in them squares like it's Chex Mix Struggled too much, but the school lunch was the closest thing we had to breakfast Used to waste my money on a fresh fit No-one told me about making investments But now I get that check no inspection So I'm dripping in whatever i'm dressed in No more selling wood came from out of the hood but now i'm living good like the Fresh Prince My pockets fatter than Precious Can't let these labels finesse this I got my racks up like a breast lift Whole family fly like the Jetson's I don't dine with the devil and won't sell my soul, so you won't find my name on that guest list I thank God for this brain I was blessed with Niggas know not to ever contest this I 'm hip-hop's Allah no-one is better than moi, I deserve an award for the best kiss Realest nigga your bitch ever slept with Shawty say I got the best dick Her head of the chain every time we link up she give me that throat like a necklace This is facts for these fools, I don't rap to be cool, every bar, every word, every breath meant All these lil niggas know i'm the man Picture me and your momma no sonogram Play my music in private but when they get around they homies they act like they not a fan Kill a remix, my haters like 'not again' I'm known to snap nigga lobster hands You better take heat imma honest man Two guns in my hand like when Shabbat Dance Bitch I been a killer, finger on the trigger in case these lil' niggas get outta hand Better shut the fuck up or get wet the fuck up, paramedics gon' think I killed Aquaman Niggas know how I roll, I ain't poppin' xans Niggas know all my steppers know how to dance We came from the slums, if you aim then you done, sticks came with a drum but we not a band Laid him down with the heat like he tryna' tan Then go ball on them niggas like Ja Morant I'm Mr Clean with that mop in hand These niggas bitches, Juwanna Mann Promise you gon' get sent to the promised land Once I get to cookin' em', pots and pans House full of opps gettin' suits and ties Bodies sleepin' in style, no pyjama jam When it come to this rapping, i'm Einstein Im Tom Brady mixed up with primetime Let it slide or just slide, it's a fine line Bitch gon' think i'm too busy to find time Go tell all your niggas to pour up some liquor because you won't be aging like fine wine Bitch imma murder behind mine Shoot you straight in your shit like a linedrive Fifty head shots, got his dreads shakin', man it look like he listening to Crime Mob You see holes on his face like he Don Juan R.I.I'm a bit better from the last page, so let's make this a lighthearted spam! You bout' to get off like it's next shift Whole lotta clips like on Netflix You ain't cutthroat get ya neck slit Keep a 30.

Hands off my macaroni lyrics