1 am in manhattan - lil lik lyrics
[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)
[verse 1]
i ain’t come to play, bae, is you f*ckin’ me or not?
this b*tch a freak, she gon’ wake me up and suck me out my socks
i wasn’t involved, but when them n*ggas got popped, i was on the box
these n*ggas switch floors inside that county, i be on the rock
my lil’ brother popped a top and he ain’t even want no cheese, that mean a lot
don’t want a b*tch, go to jail, your b*tch gon’ leave you in the box
don’t sh*t surprise lik ’cause growin’ up, i really seen a lot
[chorus]
white t*shirt with my asics
off that liquor, tryna f*ck somethin’, but this b*tch keep playin’
one of these n*ggas end up dead, then who the f*ck you think payin’?
she gеt f*cked and try to spend the night, b*tch, who you think stayin’?
bad b*tchеs off the ‘gram, i put ’em on my friends
soon as i get caught up by my b*tch, i blame it on my mans
she tryna f*ck, i’m tryna f*ck somethin’, tell me the plan
this b*tch pulled my d*ck out and blamed it on my pants
[verse 2]
bad b*tch drivin’ a rental, we speedin’ on averill
i tell lil’ bro, “if you go hit a head, then i’ma pay you”
i’ma tryna rub a n*gga shoulder and give out a facial
my household was kinda cool, but we ain’t f*ck with cable
shut the f*ck up talkin’ money and put it on the table
i tell lil’ bro, “i’m tryna rap so we all can be stable”
i can’t find no f*ckin’ cameraman, i’m finna call my label
i ain’t tryna squash sh*t stop askin’ me
and i don’t f*ck with facebook, so stop taggin’ me
i tell lil’ bro, “i’m goin’ to hit this block, just come dance with me”
b*tch, i can’t be seen with you in public, stop grabbin’ me
she ask me why we ain’t f*ck, b*tch, why you askin’ me?
all my n*ggas locked inside the county fightin’ a hat a piece
been tryna stamp this rap sh*t, man, this sh*t gotta be
b*tch, if you ain’t tryna f*ck somethin’ that mean you gotta leave
[chorus]
white t*shirt with my asics
off that liquor, tryna f*ck somethin’, but this b*tch keep playin’
one them n*ggas end up dead, who the f*ck you think payin’?
she get f*cked and try to stay the night, b*tch, who you think stayin’?
bad b*tches off the ‘gram, i put ’em on my friends
soon as i get caught up by my b*tch, i blame it on my mans
she tryna f*ck, i’m tryna f*ck somethin’, tell me the plan
this b*tch pulled my d*ck out and blamed it on my pants
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