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scorpion - itsmanman lyrics

[intro]
f*ck it loud, f*ck it loud
(d*mn, dali made this?)
alright, come on
ayy, hm

[verse]
my b*tch told me i’m the g.o.a.t and i’m like type sh*t
called pippy long and she gon’ kick you with a high kick
better batter up or we gon’ cross you on some mike sh*t
all that rap dissin’, it ain’t sh*t to get his mic flipped
my mexicans be at your door, no more locked doors
he was gettin’ off his job, he ’bout to die sore
unc’ a hundred*fifty years old, he a dinosaur
he used to sip the drank, and he’s still lookin’ for a pint to pour
thought they was a hundred, i was wrong, n*ggas counterfeit
huh, n*ggas barkin’, he a pug, he is not no pit
you robbed a n*gga for his fake buffs, that is not no l!ck
two glocks, sasha and malia, these barack kids
d*mn, thug, hеard about your gun, a buddy told
serial k!ller, put some holеs up in a n*gga, honeycomb
kleenex, right before he sneeze, wipe that n*gga nose
call him jayson tatum, we had hit his back, then left an o
he want a free feature, i don’t know dog
they thought i was chinese how i smoke dog
hm, not a cop, i made him freeze like he was olaf
hip shot, he walkin’ with a cane like he o*dog
gotta tone this sh*t down, the feds listenin’
sorry, can’t pick up the phone, i’m out here gettin’ it
hm, i can’t put the mic down, the feds feelin’ it
squirt, b*tch, get over here, i’m finna finish you
you movin’ loose, gon’ f*ck around, you gon’ get hit next
hm, walk a mile in my shoes, them some big steps
hm, you wanna get it off your chest, you gotta bench press
if he blind, i’m sprayin’ at his glasses like some windex
hm, i’m the hardest out my city, n*gga, say i’m lyin’
i’m the hardest out my city, i’ll say it twice
get a bag and spend a bag, that’s my state of mind
huh, i’m tuned in, got more connections than the cable guy
if i stop rappin’ today, they gon’ still love me
if i never hit the stu’, she gon’ still f*ck me
huh, you ain’t tryna get a bag, just wanna k!ll somethin’
this sh*t i spend on clothes today, that’s your bill money
bag on a n*gga head, you would think he hikin’
this b*tch always write my songs, man, i think she like me
n*gga tried to throw a jab, he must think he tyson
a boxing glove on f&ns since he think we fightin’

- itsmanman lyrics

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