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itsmanman - rookie of the year lyrics

[intro]
hm

[chorus]
rookie of the year, these n+ggas still stuck in the g+league
stick ’em up with f&n for all them vvs
these lil’ n+ggas hungry, you might get fried for a six+piece
i think these boys lactose but i want big cheese
throw me a lobb, i’m ’bout to catch it, break the backboard
they get busy with the hammer, you better ask thor
most these n+ggas think they gang gang but they task force
my virgo hit your cancer with a taurus, got his ass torched
hit a n+gga with a dragon ball, this chop majin buu
it ain’t sh+t to get him popped like some mountain dew
it’s manman, that’s doggy from the east, they like, “how he do it?”
he ran one, n+gga caught one to the hip, now watch how he move

[verse 1]
in our crib, i got her son mad, i ate his lunchables
thick chop, it came with bbl, i brought a thumper through
they thuggin’ in the house, when they outside, they get uncomfortable
the hardest, hm, i keep tellin’ myself n+ggas can’t f+ck with you
ain’t like that, the only thing you shootin’ is a video
he 6’1″, i hit him with a 9 like rey mysterio
all that b+tch do is suck d+ck, go get a busy ho
he a serial k!ller, hit him with that smith &, tell him, “cheerio”
[chorus]
rookie of the year, these n+ggas still stuck in the g+league
stick ’em up with f&n for all them vvs
these lil’ n+ggas hungry, you might get fried for a six+piece
i think these boys lactose but i want big cheese
throw me a lobb, i’m ’bout to catch it, break the backboard
they get busy with the hammer, you better ask thor
most these n+ggas think they gang gang but they task force
my virgo hit your cancer with a taurus, got his ass torched

[verse 2]
two straps’ll make this n+gga jump, we playin’ double dutch
you fishbowlin’, you don’t got your pole, you should’ve buckled up
she tryna talk, i get straight to the point, “you wanna f+ck or what?”
we caught him out and pow, right in the kisser, nina sucker punched him
they doin’ all this d+ck suckin’ but they can’t afford a feature
slid down with wigs on, that n+gga got shot by madea
we seen him at the red light, the 40 knocked him out his kia
don’t get smart ’cause pippy long’ll turn his t+shirt to a beater
control+alt+delete then shift that lil’ n+gga, he all cap
chopper built like fat joe, it make you lean and fall back
i only listen to underground ’cause mainstream be all rats
dinner work on susie lee, this b+tch just got her jaw strapped

- itsmanman lyrics

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