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cheat codes (remix) - itsmanman lyrics

[intro: itsmanman]
(ayy, turk, turn that sh*t up)
ha, n*gga
it’s manman, b*tch
woo

[verse 1: itsmanman]
if we see you with your mans, best believe you gettin’ whacked with him
this not a movie, i bet the clip gon’ make him act different
i got dough, stealin’ out the store ’cause i’m a black n*gga
i just staccked a hundred honeybuns, shoutout my [?]
this chop left, right, up and down a n*gga, it got cheat codes
you ain’t score not one point, go get a free throw
[?] strong, it got a muscle, just hit deebo
tie him up, throw him in that water, long live nemo
he want beef until them sh*lls hit him, who want tacos?
go get some tissue for that boy, he got a snot nose
you know i’m f*ckin’ with the mexicans, shoutout my vatos
he in the streets, we left him in the streets just like a pothole
knock a n*gga down like dominoes, so go ‘head and line him up
he want war, i’ll treat him like a smore, the stick gon’ fire him up
quarter year, i swear when i get rich, i’m finna ice my [?]
f*ck a young b*tch, i want an old b*tch like thirty*nine and up
i’ve been runnin’ sh*t for a lil’ minute, i’ma keep joggin’
when he see me, about face, n*gga, keep walkin’
louis v, the sh*t was lowkey free ’cause mei ling bought it
suckin’ d*ck your b*tch favorite sport, she a meatballer
f*ck, they hatin’ on the youngin and that’s f*cked up
if you ain’t tryna make no money, shut the f*ck up
my crackhead’ll beat a n*gga ass, you got a [?]
ar leave a n*gga half*cooked, the beef was undone
slide to the left, huh, slide to the right
i left them n*ggas g*ngb*ngin’, they just lyin’ all night
heard he like to bmx, i’m ’bout to flip him off his bike
call your b*tch alicia keys, she hold the thing just like a mic
i’m from detroit but i’ll say, “squabble up” and callin’ n*ggas hams
i heard you wearin’ levis, go get some different pants
and your two step, i bet the loose lip’ll make that n*gga dance
that chain was just on your neck, now it’s in my hand
i was ’bout to stop and let it ride, but i’ma keep goin’
if these n*ggas [?] like trees, i got a leafblower
she tryna keep the d*ck all to herself, she a meat horder
a hundred thousand cool, i want that, but, sh*t, i need more
fn hit his face, this b*tch’ll knock a n*gga beard off
yeah, that f*nny pack cool, but, n*gga, tear it off
she want a purse, the only thing she gettin’ is a pair of b*lls
if it ain’t ’bout no munyon, i don’t care at all
you see ’em? better not roll down that window, n*gga, hop out
doin’ all that tweetin’ on your tablet, n*gga, pop out
flyest in the room, a fuselage, i took the high route
rapper got a guitar with a drum, he finna rock out (n*gga)
[verse 2: 64 duece]
was macking hoes of the ralfy, always have player ways
glitchy on the yeah, how sweet the sound, “amazing grace”
if i tell my soldier crank, they’ll zip you up like bathing ape
gotta ski up when i’m out, that’s how i feel when you a face
i’m always on my p’s, i know i’m worth a couple points
you beef with me, don’t die, ’cause i’ma roll you in a thoink
my first time out west, a b*tch had told me i’m a joint
n*ggas tried me and got fried, a n*gga still don’t get the point
been hoppin’ out on sh*t and i could merch that on the 5
before i graduated, i sent a n*gga to the sky
the first was out of bounds, the second half was close to home
better stay sharp like cheddar, it get swiss for provolone
i’ve been itchin’ for some action, i’ve been thristy tryna catch him
man down, he ghost ridin’ the whip just like a tesla
it’s an awful lot of n*ggas that been wishin’ death on me
it’s an awful lot of guns around, so i don’t stress on it
femball

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