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real rap - itsmanman lyrics

[intro: itsmanman]
yeah, come on, n*gga
i’m the hardest youngin out, n*gga
(d*mn it, homie, i’m comin’ up)
yeah, you better listen
i’m bringin’ real rap back, look, huh

[verse 1: itsmanman]
bringin’ real rap back, i’m ’bout to start another sound, huh
n*gga tried to hack and then a tec had did him foul, huh
f*ck a hundred likes, i’m tryna see a hundred thou’
if my back against the wall, i’m puttin’ yours to the ground
she wanna facetime, i’m chargin’ fifty for an hour
my n*gga facin’ time for gettin’ spiffy with the powder
40 get to spittin’ like it’s eatin’ somethin’ sour
big cuz’ll put your head in a box, he jeff dahmer (d*mn it, homie, i’m comin’ up)
said i ain’t the hardest, what the f*ck you mean, n*gga?
fix them dirty lips before i mr. clean n*ggas
she want a piece of meat, you know i had to deep dish her
i just f*ck a b*tch so good, she thought i was three n*ggas
invest an m in me, you gon’ make like ten back
stop flexin’ life savings, what the f*ck is ten racks? huh
got a million streams, just this year i did that
i got a bald opp, but i’ma push his wig back, hmm
i am not from earth, i just came down from jupiter
opp just called me stupid, hit his head and now he stupider
take a bad b*tch and i can show you what to do with her
her head stupid good, join a team, i’m recruitin’ her
a for animated, but this never been an act, huh
beef’ll bust it down, i love it when she throw it back, hmm
c for cash money, road runnin’ for a sack
this b for what i gave her, i just put it in her back, hmm, huh
n*ggas say they wanna rob me, but ain’t never robbed me
she gon’ give me sloppy toppy for a couple dollars
if i don’t got my gun on me, i’ma chuck the bottle
he don’t dance, this big f&n had pop locked and dropped him
streams goin’ up, i think my numbers got these n*ggas mad
the type to give a b*tch my line and never call her back
any n*gga go against the grain, just know we on they ass
my brother called me, where he with? blrrt, i’m in my back
my n*gga wiped his nose, for the love, they did you slimy
ain’t take the easy route, i played my role and started grindin’
they hatin’ on the kid, but keep it goin’, i don’t mind it
i’m waitin’ on my turn, it’s almost here, it’s perfect timing
[verse 2: cash kidd]
n*gga run up on the kid, got turned to zombie
boy, i’m rickied the f*ck down, word to bobby
yeah, big mansion, ten bedrooms, this sh*t unnecessary
boom boom room, your ballin’ is imaginary
b*tch chew me with her mouth open, this ho unsanitary
that nickel on me like a motherf*ckin’ secondary
i’m gettin’ so rich, i’m finna make your b*tch my secretary
sippin’ drank, where my cup? blocked her in february
i’m still f*ckin’ with the cpn, just got a fresh batch, huh
we still on that bullsh*t, they think i fell back
my hoes come in all different colors like an air max
she heard about my big foot and set a bear trap
hit a p*ssy n*gga with that blower like his hair wet
these n*ggas sneak tweetin’ ’til they get they whole egg cracked
your b*tch pullin’ up now, she got her hair wrapped
i guaranteed i get eight more, finna dead cap
they don’t get when i say it that
it’s tight as h*ll in this lambo, caught a leg cramp
taffy*ass n*gga, where your motherf*ckin’ bread at?
i shut my haters up, my ex silent like xanax
i act like i don’t know what they mad at
i blocked the ho, she ventin’ through cash app
huh, right now i’m in a ghost, it ain’t snapchat
these n*ggas weak as h*ll, manman, let’s bring rap back

- itsmanman lyrics

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