yungmanny – tan flag activity lyrics
n+gga i got god in my body, i don’t need no bodyguard
real station boy sh+t
real murda boy sh+t
f+ck n+gga cannot compare
i’m in that station i’m on sh+ts n+gga
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uh
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whatchu gon do when them young n+ggas hop out yo bushes?
ain’t sh+t, issa wrap
im a quagy boy ion sip act’
and a n+gga be throwin out bullets like dak, no cap
led lights on my wall, im thinkin this b+tch would look good with some plaques
i was thinkin bout puttin my thumb in her b+tt i’m like “h+ll nah n+gga that’s tacky”
these n+ggas do anything for that bag
i’ll do anything for ash kash
get down low
tippy ya toes
at the backdoor n+gga at last
coulda went through the front on sum kick door sh+t, be grateful a n+gga had class
at the one yard line, it’s manny or nun
f+ck nah i ain’t throwin no pass
(let’s get it)
bag sh+t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh+t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh+t
tag sh+t (yeah)
what’s a rich n+gga to a bad b+tch?
double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh+t
n+gga don’t be no hero
this ain’t marvel hoe
f+ck you bеin shy for, open that mouth and gobble hoe
soldiеrs die the quickest
b+tch don’t be no g. i. joe
i f+cked 3 ex’s in a row i callat’ tic tac toe
hop out the whip with extensions
i’m tryn retire me a n+gga no pension
station boy clutchin when we feel the tension
cut out his eye cus he ain’t see the vision
cision’
jealous n+ggas in they feelings
how you my sandbox mad that i’m winning
yungmanny pbs kids, for the children
he wanted smoke and i brought the whole chimney
it’s late night
i’m boutta go and sit down with lil jimmy
i f+ck her raw cus i want her to feel me
h+ll nah baby i ain’t usin no jimmy
sydney
b+tch broke up wit me and then lost her chance
dumb f+ck, you left too soon you woulda stayed down you might’ve had an advance
bag sh+t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh+t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh+t
tag sh+t (yeah)
what’s a rich n+gga to a bad b+tch?
double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh+t
bag sh+t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh+t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh+t
tag sh+t (yeah)
what’s a rich n+gga to a bad b+tch?
double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh+t
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