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manman savage - do some lyrics

[chorus: manman savage]
slip up on the pill, with the dooce dooce
balmain on my shoes, i might have to shoot
watch the way i move, i might have to do some
i just did a show, and yeah, i made it cool
ten on your head, make a n-gga do some
that’s your b-tch, with another b-tch, that’s a threesome
i ain’t tryna hit, a n-gga do some
i ain’t with the chit chat, i just do some

[verse 1: manman savage]
slat in the club, with that glocc on me
n-ggas watchin, got that pocket rocket on me
money talkin, my plug got it on me
i dare a p-ssy n-gga try to gang up on me
gucci shirt, with the gucci socks
i got 9s bussin for money on me
simple shot, p-ssy n-gga sprayin on me
everybody in the rap game tryna clone me
dope in the attic, poured up a lot of statis
real drug addict, i get money automatic
pockets real lardge, with a whole lotta salad
put a whole lotta guns and money in the mattris

[verse 2: maxo kream]
you might see me in the streets, n-gga, you don’t know me
i got pianos on the floor, i got them low keys
4 g auto on the road, nan, i’m blowin od
cookie got me smokin, do it for the og
d rock out with jo-d, that’s when i rock my jordans
i tell her, take that codeine, baby, ball like joe did
if you scared, go to chearch, them n-ggas holy
ap, f-ck a rolli, smokin cronic og
some ugley boys so homley, but our prices high like nosebleeds
rock raf simans and 40s
like, f-ck a couple drollies
i got love for dum-b, he made the sh-ll that was crumblin
this time it hit yo tummy, pop you and yo mama

- manman savage lyrics

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