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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 pimps from the homie, it's time to (man up)

let's do it

1]
You's a damn duck, you ain't man up (nope)
At the about to give ya man up
Like for real man tell him where the tan
Or you'll be in handcuffs sittin' on the bus (stop cryin')
Lookin for a way out, for a day out (day out)
And when day comes, shit I'm lookin just to stay out
know what J bout (what's that)
I keep a dolls in the crib, feels like you're lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
It's been ugly, the bitches love me (me)
Ya cars are old, ya look rusty (look at 'em)
Fam I'm blingin me (trust me)
cut, fuckin look like the princess cut me (bling)
Glits cost me 30, a brick a birdie (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm rich and it's (early)
chickens be thirsty (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh)
Cause my chain carry ice to fix you a Slurpee, heard me

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Uhh, Yeah, I'm in

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

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Allright let's wrap up