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wassup - mango the only lyrics

yea*don’t you try to get me
f*ckin mad hoe
cus b*tch i got a temper
that’ll hit the hoe
keep it all simple
my dimples crush yea
my ballistic flow
my bullets graze you got
that blood drippin from
head to toe

so fill the pain wassup
i take the painter brush
and finger f*ck the game wassup
inside be comin up the tragic
in my lane wassup
i tell these b*tches why
you actin so lame wassup
these underground p*ssies
really need to
pain wassup
i take the painter brush
and finger f*ck the game wassup
inside be comin up the tragic
in my lane wassup
i tell these b*tches why
they actin so lame wassup
these underground p*ssies
really need to

i spoke to my pops
now i feel like i’m back
on my sh*t when i spit
got ridiculous wit in my pocket
my blunt when i run from
my problems for you i’m
a gun and for me i am none
but a son to the disappointment
gotta hide

underground sh*t really
got me feelin like
another picture with me
i love the fans right
and now i’m talkin
definitive with the man right
and you ain’t got a better flow
than my pen right
cus i really gotta take
out this rocket you turn
around when i c*ck it
now you is the p*ssy
i pocket
i feel like the best of the best
bullet from the west in
the chest in the breast in
the vest

and i got a whole list of
n*ggas pack a punch then
i pow a n*gga
yous a b*tch so bite me n*gga
you got a b*tch ima pipe
her n*gga

don’t think about it
you could put me in
a box ima break up out it
these trap metal fans really
p*ssed about it

don’t get so tight at a reject
i’m bouta gut you like c sect
quit movin around i’m sea sick
p g that’s paranormal jesus
i study j*panese for my reasons
i’m switchin my moods like seasons
bouta cheat on my plug no treason
like please no more distortion
sh*t i feel like freeman morgan
call the downtown b*tch from
oregon better not play me like
organ i k!ll you sell your organs
so fill the pain wassup
i take the painter brush
and finger f*ck the game wassup
inside be comin up the tragic
in my lane wassup
i tell these b*tches why
you actin so lame wassup
these underground p*ssies
really need to

pain wassup
i take the painter brush
and finger f*ck the game wassup
inside be comin up the tragic
in my lane wassup
i tell these b*tches why
they actin so lame wassup
these underground p*ssies
really need to

- mango the only lyrics

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