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Man Up
(f/ J.R. Writer)

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

Yeah do it

1]
You's a damn duck, you never man up (nope)
At the precinct to give ya man up
Like for real man tell him where the tan
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, shit I'm lookin to stay out
know 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 cars are old, ya rims look (look at 'em)
Fam I'm trust me (trust me)
Princess cut, fuckin look the princess cut me (bling)
cost me 30, a brick that's a birdie (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm and it's early (early)
These chickens be (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh)
Cause my carry 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)
Speak to the rastas, round table on pasta (hey)
Plus a skee on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed enough damn candy to be a piata (holla)
Laid by the pool with pia
Weed and vodka, ohh boy, squeeze on her knockers (ohh boy)
Every bitch I'm with is proper
Still I'm wham bam, fam lam, see ya (see ya)
The Don for surely, a Don want ya shorty (shorty)
Shorty check me out, ya moms can't me (no)
Disgusting, ya aunt 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 when you can see the roof, poof

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Allright wrap this up