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k-trap - manners (freestyle) lyrics

(intro)
you ain’t never bunked with the gang on a glide
now we’re combining bine
(m1onthebeat)
i couldn’t tell no lies
like a driver i’ll be in the back with mine
one hand on a tool i got sweaty palms
manners and let the old lady pass
(manners)(huh)
(bow+bow)(cool)

(verse 1)
you ain’t never bunked with the gang on a glide
now we’re combining bine
i couldn’t rap no lies
like a driver i’ll be in the back with mine
one hand on a tool i got sweaty palms
manners and let the old lady pass
always had manners, why you talking we always had hammers
in summer we had to wear jackets, too much slapping
might think your a yardman, when you link him bring him a dragon
my young boy ain’t a booter, he’s got friends he’s bringing me talent
i see bro with one on his waist one in hand
step with a hammer the first time i saw me a running man
all mad when the four+door span
i bet he had other plans
empty the clip then i got on the phone to johnny dang
a hundred bands for the utter
i could’ve bought dior runners
lv stunners, drill out the flats then sleep in the subarbs
you rap it i really had bricks in the cupboards
trapo really had bricks in the cupboards
the pins all feeble, cl!ck that now i got pins and needles
send that boy to the docks, see him again it’s recall
when we tried turn that pack, didn’t know about cali was sour diesel
don’t know what it is but it’s sounding lethal
b, you know about the g+l+e
me and bro slapped two spinners
spent six it was three on three
it’s funny when you do it for the vlogs but you end up on bbc
im with b on math and p+m+p
pree on snap tryna do enjoyment, bet they come back recoiling
grease it, oil it, walk in the dance go straight to the toilet
check it’s live, four got him petrified, hope he don’t testify
loving this brand new bine, spin it at night like snoochie shy
circle two three times, four show bikes, smoother drive
brick on the way, through the uber price
broken handle, glue that tight
how we gonna step with a mop, who’s got a guitar case
let it all lock with a bosch, your gonna get rinsed that way
bro tryna hold the top, don’t hold the bl!ck that way
do it in this dior top ruin the drip that way
(outro)
you ain’t never bunked with the gang on a glide
now we’re combining bine
i couldn’t tell no lies
like a driver i’ll be in the back with mine
(m1onthebeat)
one hand on a tool i got sweaty palms
manners and let the old lady pass
always had manners, why you talking we always had hammers
in summer we had to wear jackets, too much slapping
might think your a yardman, when you link him bring him a dragon
my young boy ain’t a booter, he’s got friends he’s bringing me talent

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