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young bull & itsmanman - dropped a pile lyrics

[intro: young bull]
dropped a pile on the floor, clean it up
(my n+gga johnny got another one)
dropped a pile there, sir
yeah, clean it up, b+tch

[chorus: young bull]
you dropped a pile on the floor, b+tch, clean it up
a hundred bands in the field got my pockets stuffed
stitched lip, i don’t really like to say much
he like to run his mouth, n+gga, let the k bust
you dropped a pile on the floor, b+tch, clean it up
a hundred bands in the field got my pockets stuffed
stitched lip, i don’t really like to say much
he like to run his mouth, n+gga, let the k bust

[verse 1: itsmanman]
can’t get the bus and it’s gon’ have the block jumpin’
i’m too clumsy, seen him out and dropped somethin’
he threw a fit, we got him packed up, it’s not luggage
your b+tch ass was gettin’ smacked up, you not thuggin’
somebody clean this n+gga up, i got a mop with me
just knocked a boulder off his shoulders, he can’t rock with me
bobby shmurda, knocked his cap off, he ain’t no hot n+gga
good deal, got a good two for one, i caught his pops with him
did the opposite, he said it’s up, i put him down
i come from mack ave, i know some n+ggas from the mile
he got humble tryna show off to these hoes and got robbed
tell him bring a broom to aisle five, we left a pile
[chorus: young bull]
you dropped a pile on the floor, b+tch, clean it up
a hundred bands in the field got my pockets stuffed
stitched lip, i don’t really like to say much
he like to run his mouth, n+gga, let the k bust
you dropped a pile on the floor, b+tch, clean it up
a hundred bands in the field got my pockets stuffed
stitched lip, i don’t really like to say much
he like to run his mouth, n+gga, let the k bust

[verse 2: young bull]
how you a joint but you always got your chain tucked?
he got moissanite, yeah, this sh+t ain’t addin’ up
got a big glock for any n+gga tryna test his luck
would you rather f+ck with a boss or f+ck with a scrub?
top n+gga smokin’ opp pack all up in my lungs
double cup when you see me, b+tch, you know i’m sippin’ mud
dropped a pile, threw a dub in the air just because
i ain’t f+ckin’ with you, b+tch, what you thought this was?

- young bull itsmanman lyrics

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