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come get her - itsmanman lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, turk, turn that sh*t up)

[chorus]
i’ma give this b*tch back, stop trippin’
i ain’t gotta tell her twice, she gon’ listen
three hoes, i came up with a dime and two nickels
give her d*ck, now she actin’ like she asleep, come get her
i’ma give this b*tch back, stop trippin’
i ain’t gotta tell her twice, she gon’ listen
three hoes, i came up with a dime and two nickels
give her d*ck, now she actin’ like she asleep, come get her

[verse 1]
my main b*tch stack her chips, she in vegas
my rich b*tch got long hair and she asian
she like to babysit, i lеft my children on her braces, hm
shе gon’ suck it ’cause she wanna, ain’t gon’ make her
n*ggas thought they b*tch was safe, they all got hit
he was thinkin’ with his d*ck and dog got k!lled
don’t try to press me ’bout a ho, better call that b*tch
every time she leave, she run back like marshawn lynch
everybody know you ain’t that, stop poppin’ it
she got good head, i should’ve gave this b*tch a scholarship
manman the barber, the clippers rippin’ through his follicles
you heard how they did buddy boy? was diabolical
rappers always sayin’ snitch k but still hang with ’em
the switch’ll turn his power off, we disabled him
an artist, catch him in a white tee and get to paintin’ it
he say ball, ain’t never seen no proof, he wilt chamberlain
[chorus]
i’ma give this b*tch back, stop trippin’
i ain’t gotta tell her twice, she gon’ listen
three hoes, i came up with a dime and two nickels
give her d*ck, now she actin’ like she asleep, come get her
i’ma give this b*tch back, stop trippin’
i ain’t gotta tell her twice, she gon’ listen
three hoes, i came up with a dime and two nickels
give her d*ck, now she actin’ like she asleep, come get her

[verse 2]
stincs walked in, that’s when these hoes start choosin’
i’m mvp and who are you? a big loser
i’m ’bout to strap a bomb to his ass, r.i.p. pookie
y’all n*ggas peons, so please stop tryna be the ruler
crips is on me in her phone, he wanna k!ll his self
that b*tch a freak, she took more sacks than the nfl
he got signed for a couple thousand, he still got shelfed
you can have god on your team and it still won’t help you
all i need is forty*five minutes, you can have her
your gang weak, you don’t ball, toronto raptors
i’m number one, don’t care about them n*ggas ’cause they arvis, hm
i swear to god i had hoes before the rappin’
n*ggas always say they outside, i never see ’em
b*tches tell me i’m the hardest n*gga out, and i believe ’em
pray, a lot of n*ggas still out here sinnin’, i need jesus
two for one, you and your b*tch get crossed out, christian mingle
[chorus]
i’ma give this b*tch back, stop trippin’
i ain’t gotta tell her twice, she gon’ listen
three hoes, i came up with a dime and two nickels
give her d*ck, now she actin’ like she asleep, come get her
i’ma give this b*tch back, stop trippin’
i ain’t gotta tell her twice, she gon’ listen
three hoes, i came up with a dime and two nickels
give her d*ck, now she actin’ like she asleep, come get her

- itsmanman lyrics

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