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bandlab flow - itsmanman lyrics

[intro]
n*gga, i’ll drop on bandlab, n*ggas still can’t f*ck with me, n*gga
in the court recordin’, n*gga, off the apple headphones, n*gga
watch me get off, though
hmm

[verse]
white b*tch called me a monkey, i’ve been rockin’ bape
the chop i got, it hold banana clip, i’m tryna bust a grape
drunk as h*ll, i almost shot myself, i feel like kurt cobain
don’t ask me how her p*ssy feel, i only f*cked her face
ain’t wanna hit the stu’ today, so i’m on bandlab
hmm, it’s like thirty*somethin’ shots inside the manbag
yeah, i’ll turn a n*gga brother to a hashtag
i heard your n*gga go to diddy parties, he a f*g f*g
huh, i’m the hardest out detroit, i can write and punch
huh, n*gga tryna ride the wave like hawaiian punch
we can’t bring pistol in the party, then we not gon’ come
i f*cked your b*tch, now i’m muscle goat, that is not your son
my n*gga got a lot of lines like black friday sales
huh, you was cryin’ in the club, so i think you might gon’ tell
huh, my n*gga flew the work in, that is not no mail
shot his neck, it detached from his body like a gecko tail
huh, this chopper shift a n*gga gears, i got hutcho with me
huh, a n*gga always keep his faith, so it’s not no biggie
i’ll land in a n*gga town like f*ck your city, huh
b*tch was gettin’ too loud, i almost punched her titty
huh, into it with my baby mama, i just choke*slammed her
i just made a glock from scratch, this a ghost blammer
huh, i tried to leave this b*tch alone, but she be throat grabbin’
everybody f*ckin’ with my lines, my fans coke addicts
i really got a bald opp, i call him charles barkley
huh, might turn a crib into a trap like macaulay culkin
we seen that n*gga tez out and he kept on walkin’
with my n*gga tyreek in the hills, but i am not no dolphin
he brought his phone on a drill, why the f*ck you come?
this b*tch mad i nutted fast, “why the f*ck you cum?”
huh, ain’t find a n*gga in his hood, but i just shot his unc’
i be with n*ggas that’ll crack your head, they is not no bums
yeah, you get it? they ain’t crackheads
huh, n*ggas be computer thuggin’ ’til they mac dead
i got a shooter that’s like five hundred pounds, i call him fat fred
i get proactive, see him out and pop him like a blackhead, n*gga
[outro]
n*gga, on the bandlab side of things, n*ggas still can’t f*ck with me, n*gga
i’m the hardest youngin out, n*gga, your fans know, n*gga
my fans know, they fans know, n*gga
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
come on, n*gga
i’m the hardest youngin out, n*gga

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