upset - itsmanman lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, turk, turn that sh*t up)
[chorus: itsmanman]
you still cryin’ ’bout that b*tch, bro, give it up
these n*ggas hate to see me win, they sick as f*ck
black b*tch, her asian friend on the side like chris tuck
young n*gga, i got way too many hoes, can’t pick one
you can keep your legs closed, i want neck, nothin’ else
f*ck your label, i need an m, nothin’ less
head tap, your dog thoughts is on the floor, come and help
no motion, you can see it in his face, he’s upset
[verse 1: itsmanman]
i call this chopper kimbo slice, come and box it
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout the team, then switch topics
do him bad, them n*ggas hatin’, holdin’ onto ten dollars
you a starter, but ain’t never dropped a buck at trish thompson
tell these rappеrs give it up, you know i got this sh*t on lock
pippy long, what he said? he tryna box?
i’ma tеll her one time, if she don’t listen, she get dropped
four*five, should call your mans dr. pepper, he got popped
hm, he was fresh to death, i’m ’bout to knock him out his raf simons
everybody catchin’ shots, i feel like katt williams
n*ggas watchin’, tryna ride the wave like that fat n*gga
that n*gga died for all that rappin’, i just whacked twista
[chorus: itsmanman]
you still cryin’ ’bout that b*tch, bro, give it up
these n*ggas hate to see me win, they sick as f*ck
black b*tch, her asian friend on the side like chris tuck
young n*gga, i got way too many hoes, can’t pick one
you can keep your legs closed, i want neck, nothin’ else
f*ck your label, i need an m, nothin’ less
head tap, your dog thoughts is on the floor, come and help
no motion, you can see it in his face, he’s upset
[verse 2: amayajane]
oh, you don’t like me tie, bet your b*tch do
cross me once, you can’t look me in my eyes, can’t be [?]
you upset ’cause they f*ckin’ with me and not with you?
why you feedin’ into them lies? i’ve been the truth, huh
b*tch, b*tch, i’m to the neck
b*tch wanna be gang, but to the gang, she’s just a help
b*tch wanna be fake, i don’t abide to [?]
i’ve been teachin’ game to you lames, my name ringin’ bells
ain’t gon’ cry ’bout a ho
i’ve been leadin’ jits since a kid, feel like pablo
f*ck a love song, i talk my sh*t, i ain’t huncho
ask me if i’m sittin’ ’bout a b*tch, i said, “f*ck no”
[chorus: itsmanman]
you still cryin’ ’bout that b*tch, bro, give it up
these n*ggas hate to see me win, they sick as f*ck
black b*tch, her asian friend on the side like chris tuck
young n*gga, i got way too many hoes, can’t pick one
you can keep your legs closed, i want neck, nothin’ else
f*ck your label, i need an m, nothin’ less
head tap, your dog thoughts is on the floor, come and help
no motion, you can see it in his face, he’s upset
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