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letra de manaman - blay vision

[verse]
i’m not gonna lie, if you ain’t sick then you won’t get a verse
sending for blay only get man burst
get man hurt, man don’t learn
man get boxed up, jaw get turnt
bredrins splurt, quickest scram
totally dang, shoes got left
man hit prams, fam understand
i’ll make your wifey plug food when we leave ‘dam
you’re not the man, d-ckheads rate your gang
raising your voice but no one’s prang
raising your voice but, no one cares
you’ll get weighed left gasping air
there’s not one mc here i fear
man get bun any time any year
any time any year man get bun
man can’t diss me or my mum
for that right there man buss their gun
for that right there shotgun get pumped
jaw get myth, leave man slumped
violate terms, shells will dumped
i don’t really care what ‘dem man are on
what ‘dem man are on will always get slumped
‘dem man there ain’t handling bread
‘dem man talk about whipping up crack but don’t know how many grams in a z
if i gave my man a half of b, he would od ’cause life got tense
swerve them man treat man like fed
man can’t badmind me and bread
mutual friend might open his head
might open his head in front of the marj
my man’s nan might get a likkle barge
tings get mad when man wanna tark
man don’t bark, man i come to the yard
dunno why you wanna flex all hard
last time that i said that man got parred
take a man’s wifey and go to shard
make that pay on your savings card
g-check me get sent to the morgue
man is on form, it won’t be bless like sunday morn
your folks will hate me for the son they mourn
i’ve never cared what anyone thought
man try stab me when i was 15 so i didn’t care when his limbs got torn
so i didn’t care when the yute got bored, it’s a madting
harm my fam get left in the way, so much leg to the face
so much head to the pave, so much stress for your bae
things weren’t left for your day, it’s cray
nah f-ck that come again, it’s blay
flows too gone, evidence is bait
leave in enemies in intensive states
all ’cause man wanna to dwell pon hate
‘cah i punched man up for less
i punched man up for less than that
man wanna come invest in chat
no, protect your chest and back
came in the room on a rude boy ting
now man are searching for teeth and manners
these likkle yutes ain’t beating hammers
you’re not bad – you’ll get slapped and dragged
you’ll get tagged and bagged
raise that hand get nabbed
your mandem will all hold jabs
don’t try flex on man, i’ll suplex your nan
come on

- blay vision

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