Lyrics | Trouble, Mike WiLL Made It and Low Down Dirty Black | It's In Your Hands

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Edgewood

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2018

It's In Your Hands

Trouble

Mike WiLL Made It

Low Down Dirty Black

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Mike WiLL Made It

He just walked off like went to the bathroom

But from the whole time he hit Atlanta, 'bout like three months

Dear God

We just looked like, yeah, say a lil' prayer out here, whatever he did

I barely, rarely ever come to ya 'bout things ya know

'Cause I feel like you gave me a

Great mind so I handle things on my own but

I need you to watch shawty for me man, really love 'em

You know Lord I live by certain rules that

I live by street rules and

I hope you can understand that 'cause that's the way I was brought up and that's the way I was raised so

The way we gotta go get it is the way we gotta go get it

But I feel you know that my heart is pure, you know

That I'm not doing this out of ill intentions

I really need this one, I really need this to work

Please, Lord, don't let him fuck over young'n ya know

I need him

Bring him back to me, it's in yo hands, it's in yo hands

WRITERS

Rashad Holsey, Derek Schklar, Mariel Semonte Orr

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Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

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