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lavaa man - they melting lyrics

(lavaa man baby) ✅

[intro]
yeah
i’m never in a slump, i do want i want
say what i want
yeah

[hook]
i’m never in a slump, i do want i want
say what i want, go where i want
this sh+t ain’t adding up
they ain’t like us, no
they ain’t like us, no
they ain’t like us (ha)

[verse 1]
i don’t do the rumors, i can’t do the gossip
these n+ggas my juniors, little n+gga acknowledge
they ain’t like us, they can’t copy cat
even if they try, they still ain’t that
that mother f+cking dope, put it in your nose
put it in your arm, cook it on your stove
b+tch i am the god, of this f+cking sh+t
yeah i know the codes, she still want dope and d+ck, ugh
i say what i want, i don’t got no censor
i just say it flat out, i’m a f+ck your sister
she met me at the telly, i got it like a key card
i hit that sh+t all crazy, she walking like a r+t+rd

[hook]
i’m never in a slump, i do want i want
say what i want, go where i want
this sh+t ain’t adding up
they ain’t like us, no
they ain’t like us, no
they ain’t like us
i’m never in a slump, i do want i want
say what i want, go where i want
this sh+t ain’t adding up
they ain’t like us, no
they ain’t like us, no
they ain’t like us

[bridge 1]
still a nasty n+gga, i still sell p+ss
b+tch my hands dirty, i been selling sh+t
still a nasty n+gga, yeah ugh
still a nasty n+gga
ugh

(lavaa man baby)

[verse 2]
new money touch my hand, swear i get a rush
it’s a different speed, when you run it up
i’m a bad boy, i always got puff
just like a old cabinet, yeah i got dust
ten thousand bullets, p+ssy n+gga try ya luck
these young n+ggas stupid, like calling a banana a truck
i’m a f+cking king, gotta bury me like tut
yeah i’m a king, gotta bury me like tut
i got the bag, yeah these b+tches know what’s sup
you say she yours, why she asking me to f+ck
i don’t even want your girl, she a mother f+cking sm+t
she a mother f+cking lame, a wh0re, and a duck
ugh

[bridge 2]
still a nasty n+gga, i still sell p+ss
b+tch my hands dirty, i been selling sh+t
still a nasty n+gga, yeah ugh
still a nasty n+gga
ugh

(lavaa man baby)

[verse 3]
still a nasty n+gga, i still sell p+ss
b+tch my hands dirty, i been selling sh+t
hoe is you worthy, to get up on this d+ck
gave that hoe a jersey, and told her follow suit
don’t abuse your vices, no matter what you do
you better stay strapped baby, the jack boys is out
he got gloves in his pocket, and it’s summer time now
ugh
when you in the field, you better know it real
they’ll put you on the news, like the mega millions
and everybody will go home and eat sleep
like we don’t know who mother f+cking k!lled him
awlll

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