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no interviews - young bull & itsmanman lyrics

[intro: itsmanman]
ayy

[chorus: itsmanman]
i can’t do no interviews, f*ck saycheese
where you get that louis v? sh*t, mei ling
chain link, just sn*tched it off a rapper, n*gga straight sweet
cuz was all in my dm like, “why you take these?”
if you really ’bout a bag, then pull a bag out
it’s a lot of goofy n*ggas gettin’ whacked out
my youngin got the wheel with four*five, he ’bout to crash out
big chop eat a n*gga up, who left snacks out?

[verse 1: itsmanman]
he must think this ups, he wanna box me
if i ain’t got that f&n, i got a glock with me
backdoor, he got crossed over, bullets droppin’ him
i am not kevin hart, you can’t rock with me
he think he nice, he gettin’ sliced but i ain’t kimbo
i stepped back, a headshot’ll make him gеt low
your ho be hoein’, on the bladе she get dough
12, at call on four times, he gave ’em info
put an artist in the round and call it “whack a rapper”
you ain’t get that last bar? i’m good at mathematics
ar make a n*gga flip like he was acrobatic
he filed out, i gave that boy a tec for doin’ all that hackin’
mack baby, the eastside, but n*ggas know this
i’m tryna get frostbite, i want a cold wrist
if one n*gga step, he gettin’ ate with the four*fifth
them boys don’t need tissue ’cause they ain’t on sh*t
[chorus: itsmanman]
i can’t do no interviews, f*ck saycheese
where you get that louis v? sh*t, mei ling
chain link, just sn*tched it off a rapper, n*gga straight sweet
cuz was all in my dm like, “why you take these?”

[verse 2: young bull]
i can’t do no interviews, this ain’t no jumper
chopper have the n*gga limbo, haulin’ ass runnin’
just took a n*gga sh*t, buy it back, it ain’t up for discussion
tired of broke n*ggas on the ‘gram doin’ that woofin’
he on a fake page sendin’ all these death threats
bullets hit his chest, now a n*gga need the ambulance
just cracked another stove, pot of gold like a treasure chest
we know the truth, i ain’t really gotta say the rest
i can’t f*ck with you, i heard you got them loose lips
he took the stand, tattle tellin’, pointin’ fingers, sh*t
all this water aquafina, diamonds on my wrist
just beat a n*gga with a neiman bag in saks fifth
all this dog sh*t, told the b*tch to count it up
i’m a big dog, n*gga, your n*gga somethin’ just like a pup
off a four of wockhardt, sippin’ muddy mosely in my cup
bop mei ling, sue yung, and kim juan
i’m too busy gettin’ money, that’s what time i’m on
f*ck a handout, n*gga, i’m a self*made one of one
kickdoor special, ran through a hundred in a month
young bull hood trophy, all you n*ggas really bums
[chorus: itsmanman]
i can’t do no interviews, f*ck saycheese
where you get that louis v? sh*t, mei ling
chain link, just sn*tched it off a rapper, n*gga straight sweet
cuz was all in my dm like, “why you take these?”
i can’t do no interviews, f*ck saycheese
where you get that louis v? sh*t, mei ling
chain link, just sn*tched it off a rapper, n*gga straight sweet
cuz was all in my dm like, “why you take these?”
if you really ’bout a bag, then pull a bag out
it’s a lot of goofy n*ggas gettin’ whacked out
my youngin got the wheel with four*five, he ’bout to crash out
big chop eat a n*gga up, who left snacks out?

- young bull itsmanman lyrics

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