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lirik lagu mancala – mango the only

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if i had a dime for every corvette
i’d be poor enough to drown in wells orson
pastries posture meet me at the oscars
i been treated with placebo feel defeated
by the ego now i’m sleeping in gazebos
in ibiza with posner yeah call me dre i
need a doctor i’m in your head playing soccer
what she’s in my bed what a shocker
the devil told me he got one final offer
but i know he wants to turn me to a monster
he told me not to love but to conquer
i flipped him off tried to get back to the chopper
he’s still around but when i see him it’s awkward
pale face like i’m phantom of the opera
unhinged break the doors off a mazda
they gon watch my every move mancala
my apologies i should get more sleep
if i stop the hustlin then n0body gon eat
i ain’t talkin bout fees
when i’m surrounded by sheep
it cost a fortune just to breathe, i need a lil bo peep
to love and keep me off the streets
i love the feeling overseas it’s almost like the
torches light but not the slightest or quite like
ryan trills beats with the verses hope to reach
the old me in those seats and when it hits you
hopefully the frequency it’ll teach and leave
your conscious obese like a plain white tee
that biggie wore in ninety three if these bars
help you believe that goes to show the potency
it all began in jersey like apothecary and just
like dispensary i need the lord to lift me up
when i’m too weak to carry
in my new house, now i’m boo’d up aye
what’s inside my cup yuh that is nunya
that is nunya, in my new house yuh now i’m
boo’d up hey what’s inside my cup yuh that is
nunya hey, in my new house yuh, now i’m boo’d up yuh what’s inside my cup, yuh that is nunya
business run like a cop car
i don’t even know where the ops are
n*gga i’m tryna blow like a popstar
i was i*s*s no warhol, i feel so lucky wokhardt
i don’t even sip i don’t need to
i was probably off a tab when i met you
these hands might spark like deku
boy ima stick to my sh*t, who is that hoe that you with she gave me head off the rip, she left a stain
in the whip n*ggas be talkin too much
don’t understand argument, might even pass it
to quan he might just pass it to danny or he might
just pass it to chris, b*m*o*g in this b*tch we
put a light to this sh*t

hold it down like my shooters who don’t got
a face ain’t no f*ckin way you won’t fool today
i feel cool today
hold it down like my shooters who don’t got
a face ain’t no f*ckin way you won’t fool today
i feel cool today

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