itsmanman - cheat codes lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, turk, turn that sh+t up)
ha, n+gga
it’s manman, b+tch
woo
[verse]
if we see you with your mans, best believe you gettin’ whacked with him
this not a movie, i bet the clip gon’ make him act different
i got dough, stealin’ out the store ’cause i’m a black n+gga
i just staccked a hundred honeybuns, shoutout my [?]
this chop left, right, up and down a n+gga, it got cheat codes
you ain’t score not one point, go get a free throw
[?] strong, it got a muscle, just hit deebo
tie him up, throw him in that water, long live nemo
he want beef until them sh+lls hit him, who want tacos?
go get some tissue for that boy, he got a snot nose
you know i’m f+ckin’ with the mexicans, shoutout my vatos
he in thе streets, we left him in the streets just likе a pothole
knock a n+gga down like dominoes, so go ‘head and line him up
he want war, i’ll treat him like a smore, the stick gon’ fire him up
quarter year, i swear when i get rich, i’m finna ice my [?]
f+ck a young b+tch, i want an old b+tch like thirty+nine and up
i’ve been runnin’ sh+t for a lil’ minute, i’ma keep joggin’
when he see me, about face, n+gga, keep walkin’
louis v, the sh+t was lowkey free ’cause mei ling bought it
suckin’ d+ck your b+tch favorite sport, she a meatballer
f+ck, they hatin’ on the youngin and that’s f+cked up
if you ain’t tryna make no money, shut the f+ck up
my crackhead’ll beat a n+gga ass, you got a [?]
ar leave a n+gga half cooked, the beef was undone
slide to the left, huh, slide to the right
i left them n+ggas g+ngb+ngin’, they just lyin’ all night
heard he like to bmx, i’m ’bout to flip him off his bike
call your b+tch alicia keys, she hold the thing just like a mic
i’m from detroit but i’ll say, “squabble up” and callin’ n+ggas hams
i heard you wearin’ levis, go get some different pants
and your two step, i bet the loose lip’ll make that n+gga dance
that chain was just on your neck, now it’s in my hand
i was ’bout to stop and let it ride, but i’ma keep goin’
if these n+ggas [?] like trees, i got a leafblower
she tryna keep the d+ck all to herself, she a meat horder
a hundred thousand cool, i want that, but, sh+t, i need more
fn hit his face, this b+tch’ll knock a n+gga beard off
yeah, that f+nny pack cool, but, n+gga, tear it off
she want a purse, the only thing she gettin’ is a pair of b+lls
if it ain’t ’bout no munyon, i don’t care at all
you see ’em? better not roll down that window, n+gga, hop out
doin’ all that tweetin’ on your tablet, n+gga, pop out
flyest in the room, a fuselage, i took the high route
rapper got a guitar with a drum, he finna rock out (n+gga)
[outro]
you can’t f+ck with me
f+ck they talkin’ ’bout, n+gga?
i got my n+gga double r, this b+tch goin’ crazy
n+gga, f+ck you mean, n+gga?
stincs run— stincs still run la, n+gga
long live the ruler and long live ketchy and all that, n+gga
f+ck?
you feel me? yop
haha, no cap
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