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man down - skott summerz lyrics

[intro]
davydadon

[verse 1: flyboy tarantino]
b*tches love white men
white hoes love the melanin
i’ve been out of my mind with it
i just did some blow the smoke the medicine
name a fat n*gga with the truth
i ain’t better then or better yet
name another me that’s more relevant
yeah, get it yet
i don’t see n0body in my path, just the rear view
many trash, man, they so ass
say you making noise, i don’t hear you
trust me, i am not a little n*gga, i don’t feel you
punk, death to a brain
if a n*gga love cabbage, get thrown to the truck
d*mn, my whole flocka wanna hear right more, f*cking n*gga

[chorus 1: flyboy tarantino]
i don’t get it though, mad hard, with the pistol
but they won’t let it go, said he wanted bread back, come and get it though
so playing hard just to get by, i don’t get it slow
i just let it go
i don’t get it though, mad hard, with the pistol
but they won’t let it go, said he wanted bread back, come and get it though
so playing hard just to get by, i don’t get it slow
i just let it go
[verse 2: skott summ3r2]
man down, shots fire
tec 9 that’ll toast you n*gga
lastly, right now, leave you running like you suppose to n*gga
long life, short talk, you get tight, make a post you n*gga
walk light, heavy step, never crease the god, shorty n*gga
she loves me more, she hates me less, she f*ck me like there ain’t no other n*gga
lot of them, the choose to me, she pillow talk about you f*cking n*ggas
i ain’t nothing like you f*cking n*gga, i ain’t not alike you f*cking
she be talking like she wanna own me, but wolfie looking like a million
jagger, move*move move, jagger*jagger, move, back it b*tch
no one on the corner swagger*swagger like this, they tryna swagger, jack the clip
move*move, they like jagger, move*move, hoes with move it, move, back it back
move it like jagger, lil b*tch

[chorus 2: skott summ3rs]
calm down, man down
drugs might wake you mama hoe
hundred round, gun sounds
hunnid drum make your mom duck
calm down, man down
drugs might wake you mama hoe
hundred round, gun sounds
hunnid drum make your mom duck

[verse 3: kin$oul]
don’t even speak, don’t even
i know that you hungry, i know that you
that you wanna eat, i know you hungry
but n0body half needs you, don’t do it
cause you from the six, let me see
i look to the stars, look
i seen the galaxy, yeah
i know you try to battle the shot
fire with no accura*, spit
n*ggas talking sh*t could spit
riding around swish and drip
n*ggas talking like hoes, they b*tches
b*tch out, kick flip, hit
feeling good, might just hit a split
perc it, got my body lifted
n*ggas talking like they really did it
thought about it, now they won’t forget it
f*ck that, b*tch, i need my cheddar
yeah, i talk sh*t, it’s whatever
[chorus 1: flyboy tarantino]
i don’t get it though, mad hard, with the pistol
but they won’t let it go, said he wanted bread back, come and get it though
so playing hard just to get by, i don’t get it slow
i just let it go
i don’t get it though, mad hard, with the pistol
but they won’t let it go, said he wanted bread back, come and get it though
so playing hard just to get by, i don’t get it slow
i just let it go

- skott summerz lyrics

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