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itsmanman - ticket lyrics

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[intro]
verdict
yeah, come on
n+gga
n+gga, i’m really harsh
that’s on god
hm

[verse]
they know that i’m a ticket, so they tryna be around
these hoes out here broke, but they too bougie for a job
lil’ cuz catchin’ hats, he tryna be the next von
if you ask me for a picture, i’ma charge for a smile
i don’t even drink, i brought the henn’ for the freak hoes
this chopper lift a n+gga up, he just got repo’ed
i be in la, but i got b+tches out in chico
he ain’t got no aim, he like shaquille at the free throw
i’ll rock thе same ‘fit three days, b+tch, i’m grindin’
ain’t never hit thе club and made it rain, n+gga, stop it
you broke as h+ll, your daddy was the baller, you like bronnie
i’m petty, soon as i see her typin’, i’ma block her
i don’t waste no time, i get to boxin’ and that’s it
i had to knock him down, he tried to box me ’bout a b+tch
she like, “boy, you super c+cky”, duh, b+tch, i’m from the mitten
i’m him, these n+ggas can’t compete, i got ’em sick
a 9+5 ain’t lame, but if you broke, then you a cornball
caught him at the light, we sprayed the whip and knocked the doors off
we ain’t come to play, this sh+t i got’ll knock a horse off
the hoes know what’s up, i had a p on my report card
you spendin’ money on your b+tch? then that ain’t trickin’, that’s a fact
but it’s trickin’ if you out here spendin’ money on a rat
all these young n+ggas dumb, i’m just gon’ keep this sh+t a stack
’cause they always super tough, but they ain’t never got no racks
he runnin’ from the boys, but he gon’ tell when they catch him
i beat her from behind, she reached from the back, odell beckham
yeah, i’m an assh0l+, i’m only nice when she get naked
tell his ass nunu ’cause i’ll take a n+gga necklace
he was talkin’ loud, i had to mute him with this roku
her neck good, she gave me golden head, i call her goku
n+ggas out here tryna fake beef, but this ain’t tofu
i need a u+haul, i’m movin’ in her neck, she got some throat room
if i was a shooter, trump ain’t never gettin’ up
baby, i’m a trooper, i ain’t never givin’ up
he ain’t puttin’ in no work, so why he askin’ for a cut?
she came with an attitude, and now she leavin’ with a nut
what you make? if you tryna get some cheese, i got a plate
you be f+ckin’ anyway, so i’ma put you on a blade
big dog, not the lil’ one, b+tch, i’m a great dane
i like the white college girls, the ones that go to penn state
we wildin’, bro always got the drac’ like he adonis
n+ggas sittin’ on they ass, you only got two hundred dollars
we ain’t got no tolerance, we see a flaw, then we gon’ drop you
i’m shinin’, ain’t got a chain yet, i’m stackin’ guala
if you ask me ’bout a b+tch, just call me john, ’cause i ain’t seen ’em
hm, b+tch, don’t send no paragraphs, ’cause i won’t read it
he always go to church, so why he actin’ like a demon?
please don’t try to run, i’ll knock the stripes off your adidas, huh
if i hit your b+tch, please don’t hit my phone up
i called you for the neck, so you can pick your clothes up
i only hit her from the back, i never seen her close up
b+tch, i been havin’ hoes, i didn’t need no glowup, n+gga



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