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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 the chimps homie, it's time to (man up)

Yeah 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 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 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 this 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, look like the princess cut me (bling)
Glits cost me 30, a brick that's a (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm rich and it's (early)
These be thirsty (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, the imposters (eeeeerrrt)
to the rastas, round table feastin' on pasta (hey)
Plus a skee on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed with enough damn to be a piata (holla)
Laid by the with pia colata
and some vodka, ohh boy, squeeze on her knockers (ohh boy)
Every bitch I'm 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 can't ignore me (no)
Disgusting, invite ya aunt to a (come on over)
but I'll still 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
breeze through 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