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Man Up
(f/ J.R. Writer)

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Nigga up (what) put ya hands 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 duck, you ain't never man up (nope)
At the precinct about to ya man up
Like for real man tell him where the tan
Or be in handcuffs sittin' 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 just to out
Pushers know J bout (what's that)
I keep a couple in the crib, feels like you're lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
It's been ugly, the bitches love me (me)
Ya are old, ya rims look rusty (look at 'em)
Fam I'm blingin me (trust me)
Princess cut, fuckin like 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)
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, table feastin' on pasta (hey)
Plus keep a on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed enough damn candy to be a piata (holla)
Laid by the 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 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 still be the bomb when I'm 40 (word)
Look creep I'm the truth, I speak for the
The where my peeps be all week on the stoop
Still through in coupes (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop like why drop the top when you can see the roof, poof

2X]

Allright let's this up