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814 - dem man know lyrics

{intro, lil mdot]

one pop, two shots, man drop, no case
cah we do it so smooth (bow!)
man down, c-ck back then we shoot again
3 2 make your body move
f-ck haters and snitches
cah all of you move like b-tches
none of you understand that when we cut tru
you turn into misses (boi boi!)

{verse 1, lil mdot}

african but i run like usain (yeah)
my n-gga’s don’t care what you say (yeah)
my n-ggas will jump out the hoopty
they p-ss stick like a relay
i really done told ya i don’t play
my n-ggas do pokes in broad day
n-ggas wan act up on monday, see the [??] crimewatch on tuesday
and that’s how it goes
f-ck with the team
dem man know
i was with the 4 4 2, let it go
n-ggas best know, that he’s bro
none of my g’s
f-ck dem hoes
cah they came out the green, windows closed
hol’ tight all my boys on the wing though
can’t wait till you hear this flow (rahh):

lil mdot dis, lil mdot dat
lil mdot’s swag
lil mdot’s moist
lil mdot’s a tramp
lil n-gga get hold of a mac

so carry on talking
till we let that skeng do the talking
f-ck one piece of cake i want portions
cah you know the money tings calling
slitz said
c4 burst it with the hand ting
and that’s what he does that’s a madting
man’ll ride out on your block on a gang ting
best know we ain’t ramping (drill!)
might see me with cremz that’s bro
short don but he can be scary
opps know when we cut tru
straight on sight like tom and jerry (bow)

{verse 2, c4}

c4 run man through the alley
get a man down with the swammy
get a man down with the whammy
boot couple n-ggas on the road
no face no case with the bally (booting)
stick it in man with the sticka
cah my man was moving jammy (stick it)
never see man in a whip doing packs on foot or in a cabby
big snap like a crabby
and make your girlfriends face happy
and i control your girl like trappy (trappy)
manna never had a weave
cah you know it gets real round ‘ere (real round ‘ere)
and i got corn in my -rs-nal so you know man will share (true!)
manna got rambseys, fl!ckys and jookas so touch me if you dare (if you dare)
dip dip with the dip dip when i dip dip who’s your fair
if you like bands or if you buy packs n-gga i don’t care
du du my man with the handting throw that away i got spare (true!)
trap line been banging so now i don’t share (no i don’t!)
and it gets hot here when the cops here, i ain’t getting got here
like
my brudda lm
yeah i back him
running with the 40 gotta smack him
got the pouch on my right side
my bruddas come tru and let the tek fly
them man are chatting greaze (greaze)
let the pumpy sneeze (sneeze)
with the hat, man’ll get bucked with ease
you get blown with the breeze
straight up man’ll get fold like crease
and he sells that cheese
and he’s begging man please when i come round with g’s and
finesse mans p’s then we skeet skeet then we skeet skeet
when the big bully van comes
we on road but still wanted for ransom (yeah)
said he got finesse’d man but they don’t have guns (nope)
said he got finesse’d man when the pack comes
and they wan bang 2 but they don’t bang 1
[??] finesse’d man and his moms son (yes!)
[??] ima come round and start to front
wash man down when the big gun buss (bow!)

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