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mack & belvidere - itsmanman lyrics

[intro]
hm, i’m the hardest youngin out
(ayy, good lookin’, ashton)
this sh*t easy

[chorus]
bad b*tch, she got a bubble b*tt, i’m tryna smack it
throwin’ shots, a n*gga mad at me because he average
bust down, she got her hair done, i’m ’bout to sn*tch it
i’m a star, i can’t be around a square, i ain’t patrick
it’s too many n*ggas actin’ hard when they not
mack and belvidere, b*tch, i’m a prince on my block
you ain’t even got enough cheese to be an opp
for that paper, it get handy, get to cuttin’ off his rock

[verse 1]
was gon’ do a hook, but f*ck that, i’m goin’ straight through it
rappers always sayin’ snitch k and then they do it
send a blitz and do that one dance, manman ray lewis
she like “doggy, can i f*ck? you make great music”
that n*gga manman from the m, so don’t play with him, hm
thеy don’t wanna hoop with me, i always break the rim
ho n*gga want this b*tch back, you can takе her then
mack ave, you know i’m big blue, you know i had to paint him red
popped a n*gga in his funny bone ’cause he always jokin’
might not have your son with you, i’ma drop a stroller
clip long, it got a curl to it, this b*tch look like oprah
bad defense, he ain’t score, the chop left him open
[chorus]
bad b*tch, she got a bubble b*tt, i’m tryna smack it
throwin’ shots, a n*gga mad at me because he average
bust down, she got her hair done, i’m ’bout to sn*tch it
i’m a star, i can’t be around a square, i ain’t patrick
it’s too many n*ggas actin’ hard when they not
mack and belvidere, b*tch, i’m a prince on my block
you ain’t even got enough cheese to be an opp
for that paper, it get handy, get to cuttin’ off his rock

[verse 2]
my people think i changed up, but i’m the same n*gga
four*five with long hair, i got rick james with me
go on a skit, don’t say sh*t, yeah, i was raised different
x him out, put him in a box, my n*ggas play different
i heard it’s snitches in your gang, you better call him out
big bro left that n*gga dead, bring a charger out
blow a candle, turn a birthday into a slaughter house
it’s crazy, caught him on the toilet, had to stall him out
you don’t do the sh*t you say you do, n*gga, stop lyin’
maybe if you stop lyin’, your friends’d stop dyin’
fn be dappin’ n*ggas up, i’m ’bout to high five him
turn his dreads into some noodle soup, i’m makin’ top ramen

- itsmanman lyrics

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