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call maury - itsmanman lyrics

[intro]
what’s the verdict?
hmm

[verse]
i just f*cked a ghetto b*tch, bro, she ain’t have no mattress
presently make his body shift, bro, you would think i’m hackin’
i had to cut her coochie here, she had been actin’ scr*ppy
boy, don’t tell me how to live my life, i had to slap the pastor
i just smacked a fat b*tch and told her, “lose some weight”
told baby call me coochie man but i’m not louie ray
n*gga, i got pounds big and small, i never lose my faith
he slid alone and now he tryna snitch, he don’t know who to blame
your b*tch got the big titties, i’m finna jumprope
we hit his head, gus stood over him and that’s еnough, bro
i like to share so i’m not carin’ if you f*ck bro
your sister homе, don’t even close the door, i’m tryna f*ck both
my n*gga like to bear arms, i like to call him ted
my middle eastern blow your crib up, i’m finna call imeg
caught him sleep, gettin’ a retwist and chopped all his dreads
spongebob, we hit that n*gga hip, he said, “oh, my leg!”
i got a thick midget b*tch, my d*ck longer than her
three k’s, i’m out with donald trump, i’m tryna stone a n*gga, huh
on my 304s, t, i’m ’bout to fold a lip and
knock his features off like i don’t wanna do a song with n*ggas
bro spinnin’, he ain’t sleepin’ ’til they all buried
n*ggas thirty*five and still f*cked up he in [?]
the hardest youngin out, these n*ggas know i got ’em all worried
your newborn look just like manman, you need to call maury
n*gga, you hear me? call jerry springer
no files, i let this b*tch ring, i’m ’bout to marry nina
baby yappin’, but i tuned her out so i can’t hear her speakin’
i wouldn’t give a f*ck if she was sittin’ on my middle finger
the hardest n*gga out detroit, man, you can ask kyle
i was in the club with bigx and almost passed out
i ain’t have sh*t in middle school, but i can brag now
play with us and now he mike tyson, but he assed out, huh
i can’t even do no cappin’, buddy f*cked up
we was f*ckin’ to the moon and she got f*cked up
i charge b*tches for the s*x, that’s a f*ck buck
threw ten shots at four down like, n*gga, punt what? huh
if she got a pretty face then i’ma sl*t her out
used to punt sh*t like draymond green, i got a thunder now
huh, these n*ggas see they opps out and try to hug it out
i’m never duckin’ sh*t, i bring the mattress to the firehouse
huh, got a thick latina b*tch, i call her mamiana
i f*ck with bridges, but my favorite eater thotiana
huh, before i had my baby girl, i wanted all the problems
put my big cousin on the blade, put it in my pocket
n*gga, you hear me?

- itsmanman lyrics

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