Hand of Fatima
See, you already know how I feel about these though
That's the thing, that's the thing
Hand of Fatima
Yeah
Ugh
Bet you wanna
Bet you wanna
Yeah I bet you wanna
Try stop me? I say too bad
Gotta get back on the flight to Baghdad
And I got a watch that's brand designer
More cash you get, girls get finer
Trap beat bangin' like this Fine China
Best prod on the Coast, no denier
Talk a lot of shit, just don't get hit
You got a thick bitch and her clothes don't fit
Protect me, hand of Fatima
Dismiss me and my misdemeanour
Got a lot of shit I gotta deal with
Guide me on this pilgrimage, I tell ya
Miss Fatima, talk to me I'd like to meet ya
And I got a passport to head home
The borders close, I'm on my phone
(Woo!)
Can I get a call home?
When I say I'm alone
And I got a runner I be flexin' when I wanna
(Don't they call you track star?)
Only cause I get far
(Talking to that girl?)
Na, this my other other girl
I bought her some brand new pearls
She my entire world
Protect me, hand of Fatima
Dismiss me and my misdemeanour
Got a lot of shit I gotta deal with
Guide me on this pilgrimage, I tell ya
Miss Fatima, talk to me I'd like to meet ya
And I got a passport to head home
The borders close, I'm on my phone
Can I get a call home?
When I say I'm alone
On a uh, uh
On a uh, on a on
Uh, uh, on a
On a, uh, on a
Pummel, pummel, fuckin'
That's the thing, that's the thing
Hand of Fatima
Yeah
Ugh
Bet you wanna
Bet you wanna
Yeah I bet you wanna
Try stop me? I say too bad
Gotta get back on the flight to Baghdad
And I got a watch that's brand designer
More cash you get, girls get finer
Trap beat bangin' like this Fine China
Best prod on the Coast, no denier
Talk a lot of shit, just don't get hit
You got a thick bitch and her clothes don't fit
Protect me, hand of Fatima
Dismiss me and my misdemeanour
Got a lot of shit I gotta deal with
Guide me on this pilgrimage, I tell ya
Miss Fatima, talk to me I'd like to meet ya
And I got a passport to head home
The borders close, I'm on my phone
(Woo!)
Can I get a call home?
When I say I'm alone
And I got a runner I be flexin' when I wanna
(Don't they call you track star?)
Only cause I get far
(Talking to that girl?)
Na, this my other other girl
I bought her some brand new pearls
She my entire world
Protect me, hand of Fatima
Dismiss me and my misdemeanour
Got a lot of shit I gotta deal with
Guide me on this pilgrimage, I tell ya
Miss Fatima, talk to me I'd like to meet ya
And I got a passport to head home
The borders close, I'm on my phone
Can I get a call home?
When I say I'm alone
On a uh, uh
On a uh, on a on
Uh, uh, on a
On a, uh, on a
Pummel, pummel, fuckin'
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Writer(s): Dylan Baron
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