sob x rbe - the man now lyrics
[intro: lul g]
motherf-cka with that sh-t on me
i wish a n-gg- would try to get on me, b-tch
motherf-cka with that sh-t on me
i wish a n-gg- would try to…
[chorus: lul g]
lil’ n-gg- in this mothaf-cka n-gg-, bands out
any n-gg- try to reach, he get ran down
n-gg-s fake, you my mans now
only time you around, when yo’ hand out
when yo’ hand out, b-tches not around but they fans now
but they fans now, ’cause a young n-gg- gettin’ bands now
[verse 1: lul g]
i’m gettin’ bands now, i’m the man now
would have copped two but they ran out
two bad b-tches and they stand out
in this motherf-cka with the glock on me
and i wish a n-gg- would try to plot on me
naw friends ain’t good, it is not homie
little bruh with the glock, how we pop forty
i remember we was slidin’ in the civic
broke n-gg-s take tabs, why you listenin’?
had to get it, had to flip, had to kick sh-t
young sh-t like the grinch stole christmas (broke b-tch)
lil’ n-gg-, why the mention?
you gon’ pay for your death with that sentence
i’ll slide down your ‘dress with that big sh-t
take deck with the chop’, how we kick flips
[chorus: lul g]
lil’ n-gg- in this mothaf-cka n-gg-, bands out
any n-gg- try to reach, he get ran down
n-gg-s fake, you my mans now
only time you around, when yo’ hand out
when yo’ hand out, b-tches not around but they fans now
but they fans now, ’cause a young n-gg- gettin’ bands now
[verse 2: lul g]
a circle full of rats, for my circle full of straps
keep your click over there, ‘for your click get this clack (click get this clack)
really give a f-ck about this, this, that
see you in the field better keep yo’ strap (better keep yo’ strap)
tired of those buckets, ’96 of the lot, n-gg-s slide through, twenty-six for the glock (for the glock)
can’t keep up, thirty shots for the stock, drop the b-tch for a dime, now the b-tch wanna stalk (b-tch wanna stalk)
uh, drop bail at the b-tch, young n-gg- mo drop bail now i’m rich (now i’m rich)
and i just dropped on a loft, get your -ss out the way with the drop of a call
it’s a banger after banger, yeah we done it again (yeah we done it again)
f-ck your b-tch from the back, now i’m f-ckin’ her friend (now i’m f-ckin’ her friend)
n-gg- speakin’ on my name, so i’m pluggin’ his mans (i’m pluggin’ his mans)
on some cold weather sh-t, you n-gg-s duckin’ the fan (you n-gg-s duckin’ the fan)
Random Lyrics
- the pinballs - 蝙蝠と聖レオンハルト lyrics
- brittin lane feat. mitchel morse - the moon song lyrics
- syml - body lyrics
- qq - whisper lyrics
- s.k. - plenty more lyrics
- n.a.s.t.y. crew - nasty bonanza lyrics
- maja feat. tor saksit - falling into you lyrics
- joshua hedley - this time lyrics
- olski - datang bulan lyrics
- o.s.t.r. - all awake lyrics