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tan flag activity - yungmanny lyrics

n*gga i got god in my body, i don’t need no bodyguard
real station boy sh*t
real murda boy sh*t
f*ck n*gga cannot compare
i’m in that station i’m on sh*ts n*gga
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whatchu gon do when them young n*ggas hop out yo bushes?
ain’t sh*t, issa wrap
im a quagy boy ion sip act’
and a n*gga be throwin out bullets like dak, no cap
led lights on my wall, im thinkin this b*tch would look good with some plaques
i was thinkin bout puttin my thumb in her b*tt i’m like “h*ll nah n*gga that’s tacky”
these n*ggas do anything for that bag
i’ll do anything for ash kash
get down low
tippy ya toes
at the backdoor n*gga at last
coulda went through the front on sum kick door sh*t, be grateful a n*gga had class
at the one yard line, it’s manny or nun
f*ck nah i ain’t throwin no pass
(let’s get it)
bag sh*t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh*t
tag sh*t (yeah)
what’s a rich n*gga to a bad b*tch? double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh*t
n*gga don’t be no hero
this ain’t marvel hoe
f*ck you bеin shy for, open that mouth and gobble hoe
soldiеrs die the quickest
b*tch don’t be no g. i. joe
i f*cked 3 ex’s in a row i callat’ tic tac toe
hop out the whip with extensions
i’m tryn retire me a n*gga no pension
station boy clutchin when we feel the tension
cut out his eye cus he ain’t see the vision
cision’
jealous n*ggas in they feelings
how you my sandbox mad that i’m winning
yungmanny pbs kids, for the children
he wanted smoke and i brought the whole chimney
it’s late night
i’m boutta go and sit down with lil jimmy
i f*ck her raw cus i want her to feel me
h*ll nah baby i ain’t usin no jimmy
sydney
b*tch broke up wit me and then lost her chance
dumb f*ck, you left too soon you woulda stayed down you might’ve had an advance

bag sh*t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh*t
tag sh*t (yeah)
what’s a rich n*gga to a bad b*tch? double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh*t
bag sh*t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh*t
tag sh*t (yeah)
what’s a rich n*gga to a bad b*tch? double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh*t

- yungmanny lyrics

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