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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 and your cam tucked (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 ain't man up (nope)
At the precinct about to ya man up
Like for man tell him where the tan tucked
Or you'll be in handcuffs on the damn bus (stop cryin')
Lookin for a way out, for a day out (day out)
And when that day comes, I'm lookin just to stay out
Pushers what 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 like the cut me (bling)
Glits cost me 30, a brick a birdie (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm rich and it's (early)
These chickens be thirsty (uhh huh) (uhh huh)
Cause my chain carry ice to fix you a Slurpee, heard me

2X]

Uhh, Yeah, I'm in

2]
Yo, I breeze by the coppers, the imposters (eeeeerrrt)
Speak to the rastas, round table feastin' on (hey)
keep a skee on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed with enough damn candy to be a (holla)
by the pool with pia colata
Weed and vodka, ohh boy, squeeze on her knockers (ohh boy)
Every bitch I'm with is proper
Still I'm 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, invite ya to a orgy (come on over)
but I'll still be the bomb when I'm 40 (word)
Look creep I'm the truth, I for the youth
The where my peeps be all week on the stoop
Still breeze in coupes (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop why drop the top when you can see through the roof, poof

2X]

Allright let's this up