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manman badaxx - make it outta here lyrics

how she thumb through that rack make me give her a stack do me a favor lil’ mama count that
it’s packs after packs demons right on my back
i been in my own lane got no time to back track
junkies be rolling grams of that crack
turnt up off a jigga i’ll lay your -ss flat
in the middle of the road hang em up like a tack
down bad on my d-ck i picked up that dope sack
my brother fast lane, got him locked in the chain
take this sh-t to the grave i swear i’ll never change
more money more problems i up on my aim
you get shot just for lookin’ let that 40 sang
bust down a b-tch in a bentley mulsanne
my shooter so heartless say he don’t feel pain
how you sending hits working minimum wage, yea
it’s a war over here you better not neva lack
a n-gga might pull up and push your sh-t back
i lost a few fights before i learned how to scr-p
but you lay hands on me you get hit with that strap
imma blow your sh-t off and take you off the map
now your people crying got em dressed up in black
when i say the word then my gremlins attack, yea
it ain’t no question one thing i’m gone shoot
imma young n-gga my og a old school
what you gon do when i put them boys on you
it’s a stick up hit the ground and don’t move
we trying to get to the guala
my plug a migo it’s worth every dollar
you don’t get no p-ss boy you shot at my potna suspended from school cause my language wasn’t proper pop at a b-tch then go pop a few bottles
lil’ b-tch ain’t wanna f-ck me she think she a model
don’t hit the break cause i’m goin’ full throttle
i’m trying to hit the scene in gucci, prada, yea
in gucci, prada, yea
we trying to get to the guala, yea
my plug a migo it’s worth every dollar, yea
you don’t get no p-ss boy you shot at my partna, yea

- manman badaxx lyrics

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