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members only - itsmanman lyrics

[intro]
come on
yop
hm, mm

[verse]
ain’t gettin’ money? what the f*ck do you got legs for?
i like my b*tches hot headed with they neck cold
oh my god, i’m gettin’ recognition, i was flexed on
(manman, can i please spend the night?) b*tch i said, “no”
huh, it’s all members in here, baby, come get turnt up
if you hang around the dogs, you can learn somethin’
hm, when they think of young g.o.a.t.s, i be the first one
she was shy, but she gon’ shake that ass for a purse, huh?
i’m addicted to them blues, i need some more of ’em
ghetto b*tch don’t got no bed, we on the floor f*ckin’
i ain’t worried ’bout your n*gga, he a store runner
beat her down, she tried to run, come here, i got some more for you
i ain’t worried ’bout no beef ’cause i’ve been gettin’ to this cheese
she don’t want chanel, she want the taurus with a beam
he tried to hide out of state, i got him hit ’cause i got reach
got the hoes on they knees, and they like, “yeah, daddy, preach”
she gon’ listen to my songs ’cause she like the way i talk
if you tryna be a dog, then, n*gga, watch the way i walk
fight who? pipe down, he caught some metal to the jaw
grab the switch, turn it on, raise it up and knock him off
huh, i don’t even sit him, my lil’ n*gga ’bout to pull
n*ggas tryna chat in my dms like i know ’em
only get one chance, she a goofy if she blow it
i’ll hype my b*tch up, i be like, “yeah, mama, throw it”
huh, yeah, mama, shake it, we got blowers in the bas*m*nt
i’ll chef a n*gga up, i got a pole and an apr*n
bah*bah, have his mama screamin’, “oh, not my baby”
i forbid he doa, say, r.i.p, them boys can’t save him
brodie always quiet, but a perc gon’ make him activate
before i ever give a f*ck, i’ma m*st*rbate
how you in the field and i ain’t never see a tackle mate?
bullets hit a n*gga cap and gown so he won’t graduate, n*gga
[outro]
you hear me? come on

- itsmanman lyrics

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