Father Handful LYRICS + MP3

Father Handful LYRICS + MP3

When a Father song falls, you know it will probably have a breathtaking or threatening noise. “A lot on your tray” caught the former, which was published a few weeks earlier.

The vocals of Father glided through the joyful and dreamy production of meltycanon. Now we see the Atlanta rapper choosing his darker persona on “Handful.” He provides threats over booming bass and trembling screeches-bragging about his range of guns.

[Pre-Chorus]
Niggas on the prowl, dicks out like some pornstars
Pull up at your momma’s, shoot a porno in her front yard
Late night tip, hit your bitch in her nightgown
.223 make ’em dance like Chris Brown
556 make ’em dance like Usher
Fuck wit’ a nigga, everybody gon’ suffer
Make it look easy but it’s harder than it look
Ridin’ with them demons and them spooks and them crooks
Ridin’ with them demons and them spooks and them niggas
Love to eat beef but I’m watching my figure
Drink more water, water turn into ice
Feel like Baka, know a nigga not nice
Niggas act hard but they sweet like pie
You was down bad, not a real bad guy
Cute ass smile and your boy be chilling
Niggas don’t know, I’m the muhfuckin’ villain

[Chorus]
She a real handful, her ass a real handful (Yeah)
Goddamn boo, throw it, act a damn fool (Yeah)
Ooh, pick it up (Yeah) Clicquot by the glass full (Yeah)
She a handful, (Yeah) handful, handful (Yeah)
I’m a real handful, these racks a real handful (Yeah)
That’s why I walk around this bitch acting a damn fool (Yeah)
Uh, Dom Pérignon, ayy, by the glass full (Yeah)
I’m a handful, handful, handful (Yeah)

[Verse]
You can hit the sheets or the streets
It don’t mean me, no, never mind, bars are concerned
Lil’ bitch, you was never mine
You can hit this cock or the block, ayy
Yeah, you can hit this cock or the block (You can hit the block)
Just ’cause the racks coming in don’t mean I’ma give you some
All these niggas lookin’ at me like I owe ’em some
Want what I got? Better plot
Um bop with the Glock
Call it Bizzy boy, stop

[Pre-Chorus]
Niggas on the prowl, dicks out like some pornstars
Pull up at your momma’s, shoot a porno in her front yard
Late night tip, hit your bitch in her nightgown
.223 make ’em dance like-
556 make ’em dance like Omari
Bitch throwing ass in the club, I got a hard on
Make it look easy but it’s harder than it look
Ridin’ with them demons and them spooks and them crooks
Ridin’ with them demons and them spooks and them niggas
Love to eat beef but I’m watching my figure
Drink more water, water turn into ice (Turn into nice)
Feel like Baka, know a nigga not nice (Nigga not nice)
Niggas act hard but they sweet like pie (Sweet like pie)
You was down bad, not a real bad guy
Cute ass smile and your boy be chilling
Niggas don’t know, I’m the muhfuckin’ villain

[Chorus]
She a real handful, her ass a real handful (Yeah)
Goddamn boo, throw it, act a damn fool (Yeah)
Ooh, pick it up (Yeah) Clicquot by the glass full (Yeah)
She a handful, (Yeah) handful, handful (Yeah)
I’m a real handful, these racks a real handful (Yeah)
That’s why I walk around this bitch acting a damn fool (Yeah)
Uh, Dom Pérignon, ayy, by the glass full (Yeah)
I’m a handful, handful, handful (Yeah)

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