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smoke boys - be like man lyrics

[hook: inch]
man a real warlord, man a real badman
man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
man pure right fist, man bare backhand
dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man
man a real warlord, man a real badman
man look at the shoedem, look how they hang
man pure right fist, man bare backhand
dem likkle man dere wan’ be like man

[verse 1: swift]
man bang with that brap brap
look ‘pon the goonsdem
look ‘pon the gang
watch that gyal look peng like pack
look ‘pon the shoes can’t kick it with man
pick up my zoot and pump on amn’
quick flick out the tool and splash that man
look how she takes out her b–bs
and shake that back
tracksuit man thought jeans was scratch

[verse 2: deepee]
ugh, got drugs on us
got drugs on us
bare buds on the jaw
i’ll p-ss, don’t like your gyal she’s a f-cking jar
but try come to the vid shakin’ her b-ms and t-ts
that’s jugs and -rs-
panties and bra
anti for my family i’ll blast
man’s so active i gotta throwback
pick 2 dot dots, no mask
had to work hard for the e-cl-ss
shuttin’ work while i was in cl-ss
shutdown shoobs, dance
you’re good but you sound like you listen to us
on your strip cause your mission ain’t p-ssed
pick up a brick then break it in parts

[verse 3: sleeks]
they can never be man, no never
i was doin’ road with gang
you was sitttin’ down with gyal
i got loads of green in the t house
room smelling like ‘dam
i got a long coat with a bang bang, tryna smoke them man
i might skrr skrr on the 2 wheels or a blacked-out van
pull up skrr run for your life
n-gg-s ain’t bangin’ they lyin’
trapping ain’t dead
still tryna break down pies
iphone dead
but my line on trap trap trap all the time

[verse 4: littlez]
ugh, they know that we run this
got peng gyal, out in their undies
on the road gotta dodge them undies
got the trap jumpin’ like bungie
lifestyle with the brodies
man do bare jooks and ganjas
man ah boy man like babies
them man just moist like pampers
from long time man ah been on tings
had cats cued up in a long line
roll with kane in the fast-lane
but a tongue-gyal wan’ taste mine
man ah watch man like widescreen
blow in the red with a red beam
jump out the van like the a-team
man can’t be like my team

[verse 5 : knine]
feds at the door
akh in the hallway with the boom boom
tell a gyal jump on it and ride it ’til it boom boom
pardon, see me with gang
or in my jim jones like i’m from harlem
section season, hundred spartans, hundred goons
bury that rah-tah in the garden if it’s been used
we was low-lifes on the weekend, 4 ninas in the shoe box
you what? free the gangdem out the big box
rumble a t rocks, hoes down gs up

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