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lil lik - 1 am in manhattan lyrics

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)

[verse 1]
i ain’t come to play, bae, is you f+ckin’ me or not?
this b+tch a freak, she gon’ wake me up and suck me out my socks
i wasn’t involved, but when them n+ggas got popped, i was on the box
these n+ggas switch floors inside that county, i be on the rock
my lil’ brother popped a top and he ain’t even want no cheese, that mean a lot
don’t want a b+tch, go to jail, your b+tch gon’ leave you in the box
don’t sh+t surprise lik ’cause growin’ up, i really seen a lot

[chorus]
white t+shirt with my asics
off that liquor, tryna f+ck somethin’, but this b+tch keep playin’
one of these n+ggas end up dead, then who the f+ck you think payin’?
she gеt f+cked and try to spend the night, b+tch, who you think stayin’?
bad b+tchеs off the ‘gram, i put ’em on my friends
soon as i get caught up by my b+tch, i blame it on my mans
she tryna f+ck, i’m tryna f+ck somethin’, tell me the plan
this b+tch pulled my d+ck out and blamed it on my pants

[verse 2]
bad b+tch drivin’ a rental, we speedin’ on averill
i tell lil’ bro, “if you go hit a head, then i’ma pay you”
i’ma tryna rub a n+gga shoulder and give out a facial
my household was kinda cool, but we ain’t f+ck with cable
shut the f+ck up talkin’ money and put it on the table
i tell lil’ bro, “i’m tryna rap so we all can be stable”
i can’t find no f+ckin’ cameraman, i’m finna call my label
i ain’t tryna squash sh+t stop askin’ me
and i don’t f+ck with facebook, so stop taggin’ me
i tell lil’ bro, “i’m goin’ to hit this block, just come dance with me”
b+tch, i can’t be seen with you in public, stop grabbin’ me
she ask me why we ain’t f+ck, b+tch, why you askin’ me?
all my n+ggas locked inside the county fightin’ a hat a piece
been tryna stamp this rap sh+t, man, this sh+t gotta be
b+tch, if you ain’t tryna f+ck somethin’ that mean you gotta leave
[chorus]
white t+shirt with my asics
off that liquor, tryna f+ck somethin’, but this b+tch keep playin’
one them n+ggas end up dead, who the f+ck you think payin’?
she get f+cked and try to stay the night, b+tch, who you think stayin’?
bad b+tches off the ‘gram, i put ’em on my friends
soon as i get caught up by my b+tch, i blame it on my mans
she tryna f+ck, i’m tryna f+ck somethin’, tell me the plan
this b+tch pulled my d+ck out and blamed it on my pants

- lil lik lyrics

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