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itsmanman – gtfo lyrics

[intro: itsmanman]
shake that ass for the stincs, b+tch
yeah, go and shake that ass for rtb, b+tch
hm, or get the f+ck out
why the f+ck you stayin’ there? shake some ass or somethin’
hmm

[chorus: itsmanman]
if you ain’t shakin’ ass, b+tch, get the f+ck out
she ain’t want me back then, she let me f+ck now
hmm, somebody get they bm, she in the club wildin’
i make her take the bus home after i bust down
they got joggers in that jam, tell ’em free the real
skinny n+gga, but i’m heavyweight, i feel like cml
p+ssy n+gga told on his mans, he ain’t see the jail
crazy, my b+tch throwin’ up cs, shе got a bbl

[verse 1: itsmanman]
i’m from detroit, we say yop, we gеt turnt
he got fl!cked up, ain’t know i had that bop, he got burnt
[?], ’bout to bust this b+tch down, make her squirt
i’m from the m, hm, a n+gga play with m, he gettin’ murked
tell s+xyy red i’m tryna f+ck, check your dm
hmm, i ain’t signin’ to your label, i need three million
i just hit a bad cougar b+tch, she got three children
big four, i brought the c’s in like tee grizzley
the way she throw it back, ain’t pullin’ out, i’m ’bout to bust in her
got a white b+tch from west virginia, she like, “f+ck n+ggas”
you be out here cuffin’ used hoes, you like russell wilson
i feel drake, might hit up young money, i’m tryna f+ck nicki
[chorus: itsmanman]
if you ain’t shakin’ ass, b+tch, get the f+ck out
she ain’t want me back then, she let me f+ck now
somebody get they bm, she in the club wildin’
i make her take the bus home after i bust down
they got joggers in that jam, tell ’em free the real
skinny n+gga, but i’m heavyweight, i feel like cml
p+ssy n+gga told on his mans, he ain’t see the jail
crazy, my b+tch throwin’ up cs, she got a bbl

[verse 2: lil vada]
ayy
i think i like a nasty b+tch
uh, i just traded in a classy for a ratchet b+tch
yeah, every time i f+cked a b+tch, i asked, “who ass this is?”
and every time i f+ck, i knock it out, don’t do no practicin’
ayy
fly as f+ck, i walked in the club with two thotties
bend these b+tches to the madden, scotty 2 hotty
make these b+tches ride d+ck like it’s they new hobby
ayy, no label, she pulled her titties out like, “come sign me”

[chorus: itsmanman]
if you ain’t shakin’ ass, b+tch, get the f+ck out
she ain’t want me back then, she let me f+ck now
somebody get they bm, she in the club wildin’
i make her take the bus home after i bust down
they got joggers in that jam, tell ’em free the real
skinny n+gga, but i’m heavyweight, i feel like cml
p+ssy n+gga told on his mans, he ain’t see the jail
crazy, my b+tch throwin’ up cs, she got a bbl
[verse 3: 1takejay]
wait, hol’ up
if she not shakin’ ass, tell her, “[?]”
ben frank, if i’m not gettin’ head, it’s a new knot
i ain’t gotta kick n0body out, this b+tch a true thot
leapfrog, all she want is d+ck, she a crew hop
what i say? f+ck it, never answer, hibernation, i was restin’
she ain’t want me back then, now she double textin’
do i look like your ex? first of all, who you textin’? (first of all)
only think i’ve ever been to you, b+tch, is a blessin’
too bougie to throw that sh+t, f+ck up out the section
the way her friend clappin’, thought i heard smith & wesson
twerkin’ like a sport, me and the homies in here reppin’ (she thick)
you and your homies be wrestlin’

- itsmanman lyrics

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