Look at my hands

Look at my hands, gigantic and strong, with fingers so long, this is their song.

My gloves are huge. The finest leather

lined with the softest in Paris,

my black eyes.

My big lay hands make terrorist shape,

my big leans make pussies quies cranky my big lay hands will take the

wheel and drive the train to make America great again I put the mind in mighty cord,

The publisher is clearing gold

Laced with gold, they don't look old

Driving you knifeer

Crushing you typeer

Tweet like-lark and my pimp is so frightened

My big lay hands make terrorists shake, my big lay hands make pusses quake.

My big leans will take a wheel and drop the train to make go great again Ah! Oh, Oh,

Oh,

and

Oh,

I'm

Oh, My big lead my hands make terrorists My big lead hands make terrorist shape

My big hands make pussets,

My big hands will take the wheel

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