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Man Up
(f/ J.R. Writer)

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Nigga up (what) put ya hands up (what)
the tan on the land and your cam tucked (what)
It's a must
For me to separate the from the chimps homie, it's time to (man up)

let's do it

1]
You's a duck, you ain't never man up (nope)
At the precinct about to ya man up
Like for real man him where the tan tucked
Or you'll be in handcuffs on the damn bus (stop cryin')
for a way out, lookin for a day out (day out)
And when that day comes, I'm lookin just to stay out
Pushers know J bout (what's that)
I keep a couple in the crib, feels like you're lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
It's this ugly, the bitches love me (me)
Ya are old, ya rims look rusty (look at 'em)
Fam I'm trust me (trust me)
Princess cut, fuckin look the princess cut me (bling)
Glits me 30, a brick that's a birdie (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm rich and early (early)
These chickens be (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh)
Cause my chain carry enough ice to fix you a Slurpee, me

2X]

Uhh, Yeah, I'm in

2]
Yo, I by the coppers, weave the imposters (eeeeerrrt)
Speak to the rastas, round table on pasta (hey)
Plus keep a on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed with enough candy to be a piata (holla)
by the pool with pia colata
Weed and some vodka, ohh boy, on her knockers (ohh boy)
Every bitch I'm seen with is
I'm wham bam, fam lam, see ya maana (see ya)
The Don for surely, a Don want ya shorty (shorty)
Shorty check me out, ya can't ignore me (no)
Disgusting, ya aunt to a orgy (come on over)
Young but still be the bomb when I'm 40 (word)
Look creep I'm the truth, I for the youth
The streets where my be all week on the stoop
Still breeze through in (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop like why drop the top when you can see the roof, poof

2X]

Allright wrap this up