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the great outdoors - man down lyrics

[verse 1]
never switch up on your n-ggas cuz that’s bad for your health
you would’ve thought i popped a molly cuz i’m feeling myself
these rap n-ggas food, i clean the plate till they nothing left
now i sweat these hoes (?) money, power and respect)
yeah, show me what you got. girl i know you f-ck with n-ggas
them lames think you celibate, you just don’t f-ck with sucka n-ggas (at all)
i’m doing good, hit the block like, “what’s up with n-ggas?”
them haters think i join the klan cuz i don’t f-ck with n-ggas
give you everything you asking for
my squad never took a loss n-gga, that’s for sure
my homies be with red flags, like a matador
no matter how much d-ck i give my b-tch she ask for more
yeah, brand new money got that old money odor
my plug got them babies, man they even come with strollers
i can feel chief keef, you know i hate being sober
got them b-tches checking for me like i’m on a wanted poster
yeah, andy (?) tell me, “get em”. and i got em, it’s a wrap
i swear an angel gets its wings every time i bust a cap
quench my thirst with holy water, lord i’m trying to get these raps
y’all say things i don’t, please bless my soul
these hoes won’t hold me back

[chorus]
man down
disrespect my n-ggas, it’ll be man down
make my shooters squeeze on triggers
man down
we be blowing on that k!lla till it’s man down
stacking cheddar, i’m the man now

[verse 2]
never shut your plug (?) cuz it’s bad for your health
xanax got my heart and i don’t need nothing else
i pop a bar then crush a bar, it’s in the mix with that skunk
hits that b-tch in the mouth, just call me the big bad wolf
i’m (?) salvation, i’m breaking bread with the crooks
i’m eating mousses (?) and mussels, it’s just as good as it looks
ain’t no skimping my scampi i play the game by the books
slowly but surely mature and i teach my youngins to cook
straight with the rock, my n-ggas murder for sport
it’s a (?), i’m guessing that’s the reward
i’ve got it bad for the mommies, i’ll f-ck a b-tch to the core
i’m obsessed with her legs, she got her p-ssy insured
nothing new to them n-ggas, i’m in tune with them figures
i sip a pint of that potion and bust a tune that it give her
i’m making hoops with them k!llers, f-ck a freak b-tch raw
i’m immune to the liquor (l1ck her?), i’ve got a mouth full of draws (drawers ?)
n-gga, a police temper (?) i’ll stuff your face in the blender
slap honey turkey on rye then drown your kids in the river n-gga
food for thought, you’s just as f-cked as my liver n-gga
it’s do or die, i’m in the sky with them syrup sippers

[chorus]

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