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hadouken - itsmanman lyrics

[intro]
yeah, come on
n*gga, i’m the hardest youngin out, n*gga
back in that one bag
come on

[verse 1]
told her i can be her friend, we gotta f*ck first
it’s ironic ’cause she a hood b*tch, i hit her track first
remove your homie off my song, he had a bunt verse
my big cuz don’t got a 9 to 5, he still touch work
i can’t hang with sissy n*ggas, i am not lucious
y’all lights like two minutes long, you need to stop hoopin’
i had to tell the p*ssy shush, it wouldn’t stop pootin’
he ran up tryna street fight, i upped a hadouken
we can’t bring you on a drill, you n*ggas say too much
my lil cuz just got his first gun, but that don’t make him tough
can’t even kick it with you n*ggas, i’ma fake to punt it
she just put her nipple in my gap, this ho play too much
i don’t sing, i make music for the ratchet hoes
i’m out in cleveland, louis b bеlt and bape jacket on
this n*gga told us he up hats, bro, what you cappin’ for?
and for thе cap, we knock his cap off, he look like amber rose
n*gga, come on, let me catch my breath
it’s crazy ’cause i found a right b*tch, my other ho got left
n*gga wanna be like manman, he need four more steps
he in the ‘spital, grab a med kit, that n*gga low on health
n*ggas sayin’ they the best, man, they done got me started
hollow tips gon’ hit his sh*t bag, i think his ass done sharted
i really go by manman, my real name amuri
real p, she payin’ for the meat, she think i work at hardy’s
when they see the dog out, they be like, “there he go”
i’ve been talkin’ like this for some years, but now they hear me, though
don’t do no wrestlin’, i’m masked up like rey mysterio
it’s ironic she ate my honey nuts, i told her, “cheerio” (i told her what?)
these n*ggas better get some cheese before they make me mad
how the f*ck you got a gun and you ain’t got no gas?
huh, i had to cover with my arm ’cause i forgot my mask
i left her sick ’cause she want me to trick and she ain’t got no ass
my b*tch seen me on the t app, they said dude broke
he want his ball like eurostep, then alley*oop this ho (you can have her)
yeah, i can bring her back at three, just let me use her throat
they hit his dreads and now he baldhead, he look like doodie lo
all you n*ggas be d*ck ridin’, that sh*t got me hot
i used to pimp like roddy ricch, i got it out the box
if you ain’t never shot at me, then you can’t call me opp
and, n*gga, i’m the hardest out the d, don’t tell me what i’m not
gotta keep that one pc, n*ggas always hatin’
i need a brand*new chopstick, i’m finna call my asian
huh, drop a lo’ and send a time and i’ll gladly make it
n*gga told me that he f*ckin’ with me, that’s imagination (yeah)
these b*tches down to f*ck for like a couple dollars
b*tches bold, they know that p*ssy stank and they still love to pop it, huh
i can’t even blame chris, i would’ve punched rihanna
lil’ bro got syrup in his cup but it ain’t aunt jemima
[outro]
n*gga (come on)

- itsmanman lyrics

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