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bl4ck fezco - man down! lyrics

[intro]
cuz i didn’t mean to hurt him could’ve been somebody’s son
and i took his heart with it i pulled out that gun
rum pa pa pum rum pa pa pum rum pa pa pum
bow man down nah you feel me?
okay, okay, okay, okay
move over, denzel

[chorus]
i ain’t sorry, i shot him on purpose don’t regret it because it was worth it
i’m blowin’ up, man, i’m off off the surface
i’m so h+++ i’m forgettin’ what earth is
robbin’ and weavin’ the snakes and serpents after i’m done, put the glock where the dirt is
after i’m done, put the glock where it purses after i’m done, i’m all opps is in he+rs+s

[verse 1]
if i see him, i’ll put that lil’ boy in a pack
keep me a knocker nevеr ever lack
hollow tips hit him all up his back
get him gonе just to say i smoke him in the track
but i’m cordial, up until you touch me
if you somehow survive, then i guess that you lucky
give my glock a banana just like it’s a monkey
itching to pop him, just like a junkie
young himothy cole in the building, money too up, and it’s touchin’ the ceiling
give me a problem, i’m leavin’ you bleeding
he ain’t the top opp so i aim at his feet
ain’t showin’ no mercy, we shootin’ his meat
my shawty the best tell me, why would i cheat? and i am the goat so your girls gon’ cheat
knuckle up, i’ma knock out his t++th
pockets too fat they on tlc
your shawty was loyal now she want me
i catch an opp i’ma shoot on the beat
bow, bow, bow, bow remington fill up his neck and his liver and feet
no tlc, but that girl’s a creep
[verse 2]
no bap, no bap, no bap, no bap, no bap, bap
i hit that boy in the station put a switch on the glock, i ain’t known to be patient
black and white diamonds, i ain’t even racist
love for my brothers, we from different places
bald white plug he say, goodness gracious
he down on the ground i won’t stop ’til i break him
stop on his body, one stop, ’til i’m twitchin’
i’m finna cut him like we in the kitchen
switch on the glock, start stutterin’ glitchin’
gotta keep goin’, i know that i’m gifted
got my weight up, i ain’t talkin’ bout lifting
if he runnin’ from me, better hope they ain’t trippin
runnin’ into me, know i walk with a smith and
tell my brother to go, his trigger finger itchin
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah run into me, hope he ready to rumble
bullets gon’ hit him, they make that boy tumble
bro keep on shooting like he was mutombo
flow too infectious, ain’t talkin’ bout fungal
all around green, just like i’m in a jungle
if i’m with my twin then we causing some trouble
clips too little, i need like double
shout out my mother and shout out my uncle always believed in my vision and knew i could rhyme
know i’ll be up in a matter of time i been a star, but now i gotta shine
talkin’ too much, he’ll be meeting my nine
man i’m too tired think this verse is fine, bruh
[chorus]
i ain’t sorry, i shot him on purpose don’t regret it because it was worth it
i’m blowin’ up, man, i’m off off the surface
i’m so h+++ i’m forgettin’ what earth is
robbin’ and weavin’ the snakes and serpents after i’m done, put the glock where the dirt is
after i’m done, put the glock where it purses after i’m done, i’m all opps is in he+rs+s

- bl4ck fezco lyrics

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