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pretty poison - digbar & mannyily lyrics

gonna leave the mannyily part to yall here

(d*mn man, you tryna carry the whole song)
[digbar]
it’s digbar the goat big drift like [?]
i’ll slide in your b*tch, real sl!ck like some b*tter
which lip should i pick, i got so many options
stick on my hip, so approach me with caution
the seats in the whip all red like a strawberry
my n*ggas like a bunch of runningbacks, cause they all carry
y’all some broke n*ggas and y’all don’t know the remedy
i knew i run it up since the middle and elementary

[mannyily]
i just smacked the f*ck out of grandma and stole her sh*t
i just smacked the f*ck out of grandpa and stole his sh*t
golden ass p*ssy, b*tch got an expensive cl*t
if you talkin’ down, i pull up with extended clip
[?] like a [?]
catch me in the corner, skywalkin’ like i’m anakin
i’ll be in your city, if you see me, i’m a [?]
pull up on the opps, while i’m leavin, out the [?]

[digbar]
i got a good eye for the money, like i eat carrots (on god)
n*ggas copy everything i do, more than three parrots (on god)
if you got a issue to address, n*gga please share it (aawn god)
she got knee problems, when she got me, she gon repair it (oon god)
digbar and manny, we f*ck on yo granny
we both got like 200k in the f*nny
convertible whip, it look like it jus’ got decapitated
i’m a young money ceo, b*tch i graduated
[mannyily]
fat b*tches, if i pick ’em up, ima break my spine (oww)
trippin off the acid in the function, watchin’ family guy
think i’m lyin? b*tch you [?]
perc 30 really got me feelin’ like a demigod
you ain’t really bout it, i can tell how you tilt the 9 (heh)
b*tch you wanna f*ck, so i tell her “go get in line”
had to spin back on the block, for some extra fries
really b*tch, do it look like i do exercise?

[digbar]
e*e*e*e*e*every time we drop a song, it’s always fly
he ain’t got no views, man, that n*gga just like chris paul
man just f*cked my order up at wendy’s, got me p*ssed off
threw the food at me, and they told me that my d*ck small
why, the f*ck, does wendys have beef with me
i’ma spin back with the choppa, and go three for three
red, fans, plaques and a tour
that’s what i call a motherf*ckin’ four for four
four, n*gga

[closing]
get it, like, four for four from wendy’s and, four, uh, i mentioned four things, uh. yessir
b*tch

- digbar mannyily lyrics

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