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Man Up
(f/ J.R. Writer)

2X]
Nigga up (what) put ya hands 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, it's 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 real man him where the tan tucked
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 that day comes, shit I'm lookin to stay out
know what J bout (what's that)
I keep a couple dolls in the crib, feels like lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
It's been this ugly, the bitches me (me)
Ya cars are old, ya rims look (look at 'em)
Fam I'm blingin 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 rich and it's (early)
These be thirsty (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh)
my chain 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)
to the rastas, round table feastin' on pasta (hey)
Plus a skee on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed with enough damn candy to be a (holla)
Laid by the pool pia colata
Weed and some vodka, ohh boy, 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 Juan for surely, a Don ya shorty (shorty)
Shorty check me out, ya moms ignore 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 peeps be all on the stoop
breeze through in coupes (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop like why the top when you can see through the roof, poof

2X]

Allright let's this up