a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

itsmanman - flu game lyrics

[intro]
n+gga, voice f+cked up (hombre made the beat, d+mn it)

[chorus]
i just f+cked an asian b+tch, her name susie lee
she said she got a boyfriend, what he gon’ do to me?
he want beef, i brought a combo like this uber eats
use this five, but i bet you when we slide, he gon’ use his feet
told bro to wake up, it’s some doo up on the floor
n+ggas always act different when it’s hoes up in the door
i ain’t goin’ back and forth, just say the word and drop the lo’
this ho talkin’ ’bout her feelings, b+tch, i’m tryna feel your throat

[verse]
disrespectful, she talkin’ to my d+ck like this a mic check
knock it out the park with four+five, they think mike back
9/11, knock a building down, they came from iraq
put a hot one to his head, you can’t revive him with no ice pack
this b+tch got some weak tw+t, but her head was kinda cool
mac+11 hit your junior, n+gga should’ve stayed in school
make a n+gga cousin famous, look, mom, he’s on the news
d+mn, we wear the same size, ayy, gang and them take his shoes
he went from runnin’ up on us into a meet and greet with 2pac
ain’t out the hood yet, i still got twenties in a shoebox
we gon’ hit up every door, they gon’ have to make a new block
foolin’ hoes with fake chains, these n+ggas foul, give ’em two shots
shootin’ with the left hand like james harden on the rockets
you ain’t really tryna slide, you on a game, n+gga, stop it
you want smoke with stinc team, we give out cancer, just dropped it
she treat the d+ck just like a gun, she grabbed the c+ck and didn’t c+ck it
ugh, nasty, she slobbin’ on the d+ck like she r+t+rded
better not catch you grocery shoppin’, send some hollows through the market
how you hatin’? you ain’t never won a ring, charles barkley
slide down, windows down, frrt+frrt, choppers fartin’
get some head, if she ask me for some bread, i’ma dip on her
chopper got a leg like jackie chan and got a kick on it
but you can get a pack of gum, you better not ask me for some rick owens
that it’s so, make him fall off the stage like he pimp tobi (hm)
shoutout my cousin chris, he from six+o
i don’t even sound like me, b+tch, this a sick flow
rookie of the year, and lowkey feel like i done went pro
who is them? we them n+ggas that’s gon lil’ bro your big bro
n+ggas trifflin’, i heard you out here f+ckin’ on the crack addicts
they know i’m manman, but i’m really n+ggas’ step+dad
ars with drums on it look like b+tches with they br++sts saggin’
you only sold a couple vapes, these n+ggas fake trappin’
[chorus]
i just f+cked an asian b+tch, her name susie lee
she said she got a boyfriend, what he gon’ do to me?
he want beef, i brought a combo like this uber eats
use this five, but i bet you when we slide, he gon’ use his feet
told bro to wake up, it’s some doo up on the floor
n+ggas always act different when it’s hoes up in the door
i ain’t goin’ back and forth, just say the word and drop the lo’
this ho talkin’ ’bout her feelings, b+tch, i’m tryna feel your throat

- itsmanman lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS