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hit em up - lil mani lyrics

i’m from the p thats on b cause i throw up the burg
i’m from the streets u keep ya heat cause it’s a cold world
i been the sh*t since a youngin you n*ggas been some terds
i’ll bend a turn with this heat keak that’s my word
road runnin getting money til my ankles break
brody shipped these guns from canada b*tch we been with drake
i be on the hunt for bandikas it’s a easy trace
choppa easy bake a n*gga body til he meet his grave
i be needin pay frito lay need my chips today
b*tches wana lay, gargle b*lls d*ck all in her face
i don’t even save b*tches numbers cause they easy play
f*ck a b*tch punt her ass off to her n*ggas place
i be in my lane disrespect me you gone meet the kay
really spitting flame feel like spyro when he breathing flame
treat no b*tch the same, some be hoes and some really lame
some b*tches be hoes on the low if you peepin game
been to myself jus sippin drank tryna ease the pain
independent do with no help, self teach the game
sag my skinny’s with a belt & the heata flame
mama used to tell me watch my self the streets insane
double back to get a bag when i fell off
got off my ass vacuum ceiling bags sendin mail off
u crash dummy ass n*gggas should be..
hold on
i smacked his homie with his hamma got em nailed off
a pworld n*gga really from streets
choppa make a p*ssy bleed he on his period for a week
money motivated b*tch i need a bag or we can’t speak
talk is cheap and i’m expensive when u tap in have a fee
w not 2 of you i throw it up that’s what i bleed
they say mani calm it down i told em nah i’m on a spree
approaching me may not be smart it’s like i’m open for the 3
fade away jump shot a leave em floating overseas n*gga ……..
who is he i’m that n*gga about me
i be running up bands been thru sand when it cloudy
they claim they mans but they ain’t there when it rowdy
i was stuck in the jam, was eating ham out the county
these n*ggas fans they ain’t ya friends please remind me
only rockin with fam i love you mo know how i’m rockin
posted up with the blam, it ain’t gone jam when it’s knockin
n*ggas be hams, they shaking hands but will gossip
treat the stick like band, guitar hero when it’s rockin
ask the hood about mani he been that n*gga since a toddler
on my mama been thuggin this west side shot ain’t stoppin
been hot like miami but keep it cooler then the dolphins
pro fit on the t u know a n*gga bout his profit
u disrespect me is guaranteed to get it poppin
my b*tch gotta gleek she gotta wrist like she taurasi
knee deep in the streets but head first with the wally on mamas

- lil mani lyrics

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