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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)
It's a 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 man tell him where the tan tucked
Or you'll be in sittin' on the damn bus (stop cryin')
Lookin for a way out, for a day out (day out)
And when that day comes, shit I'm just to stay out
know what J bout (what's that)
I keep a couple dolls in the crib, feels like you're lookin through a (whoa)
It's been this ugly, the love me (me)
Ya are old, ya rims look rusty (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 a birdie (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm rich and it's (early)
These chickens be (uhh huh) ursty (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, weave the (eeeeerrrt)
Speak to the rastas, round table on pasta (hey)
Plus keep a skee on my (to do what)
Stuffed with damn candy to be a piata (holla)
by the pool with pia colata
Weed and some vodka, ohh boy, squeeze on her (ohh boy)
Every I'm seen with is proper
I'm wham 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 still be the 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 through in (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop like why drop the top when you can see through the roof,

2X]

Allright let's this up