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Man Up
(f/ J.R. Writer)

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Nigga stand up (what) put ya up (what)
Keep the tan on the land and your cam (what)
a damn must
For me to the pimps from the chimps homie, it's time to (man up)

let's do it

1]
You's a damn duck, you 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 sittin' on the damn bus (stop cryin')
for a way out, lookin for a day out (day out)
And when day comes, shit I'm lookin just to stay out
Pushers know what J (what's that)
I keep a couple dolls in the crib, feels like lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
It's this ugly, the bitches love me (me)
Ya cars are old, ya rims look (look at 'em)
Fam I'm trust me (trust me)
cut, fuckin look like the princess cut me (bling)
Glits cost me 30, a brick that's a (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm rich and it's (early)
chickens be thirsty (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh)
Cause my chain enough ice to fix you a Slurpee, heard me

2X]

Uhh, Yeah, I'm in

2]
Yo, I breeze by the coppers, weave the (eeeeerrrt)
to the rastas, round table feastin' on pasta (hey)
Plus keep a on my roster (to do what)
with enough damn candy to be a piata (holla)
Laid by the pool with pia
Weed and some vodka, ohh boy, squeeze on her (ohh boy)
Every bitch I'm seen with is
Still I'm bam, fam lam, see ya maana (see ya)
The Don Juan for surely, a Don ya shorty (shorty)
Shorty check me out, ya moms ignore me (no)
Disgusting, invite ya to a orgy (come on over)
Young but I'll be the bomb when I'm 40 (word)
Look creep I'm the truth, I speak for the
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 you can see through the roof, poof

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Allright let's wrap up