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letra de bandlab flow - itsmanman

[intro]
n-gga, i’ll drop on bandlab, n-ggas still can’t f-ck with me, n-gga
in the court recordin’, n-gga, off the apple headphones, n-gga
watch me get off, though
hmm

[verse]
white b-tch called me a monkey, i’ve been rockin’ bape
the chop i got, it hold banana clip, i’m tryna bust a grape
drunk as h-ll, i almost shot myself, i feel like kurt cobain
don’t ask me how her p-ssy feel, i only f-cked her face
ain’t wanna hit the stu’ today, so i’m on bandlab
hmm, it’s like thirty-somethin’ shots inside the manbag
yeah, i’ll turn a n-gga brother to a hashtag
i heard your n-gga go to diddy parties, he a f-g f-g
huh, i’m the hardest out detroit, i can write and punch
huh, n-gga tryna ride the wave like hawaiian punch
we can’t bring pistol in the party, then we not gon’ come
i f-cked your b-tch, now i’m muscle goat, that is not your son
my n-gga got a lot of lines like black friday sales
huh, you was cryin’ in the club, so i think you might gon’ tell
huh, my n-gga flew the work in, that is not no mail
shot his neck, it detached from his body like a gecko tail
huh, this chopper shift a n-gga gears, i got hutcho with me
huh, a n-gga always keep his faith, so it’s not no biggie
i’ll land in a n-gga town like f-ck your city, huh
b-tch was gettin’ too loud, i almost punched her titty
huh, into it with my baby mama, i just choke-slammed her
i just made a glock from scratch, this a ghost blammer
huh, i tried to leave this b-tch alone, but she be throat grabbin’
everybody f-ckin’ with my lines, my fans coke addicts
i really got a bald opp, i call him charles barkley
huh, might turn a crib into a trap like macaulay culkin
we seen that n-gga tez out and he kept on walkin’
with my n-gga tyreek in the hills, but i am not no dolphin
he brought his phone on a drill, why the f-ck you come?
this b-tch mad i nutted fast, “why the f-ck you cum?”
huh, ain’t find a n-gga in his hood, but i just shot his unc’
i be with n-ggas that’ll crack your head, they is not no bums
yeah, you get it? they ain’t crackheads
huh, n-ggas be computer thuggin’ ’til they mac dead
i got a shooter that’s like five hundred pounds, i call him fat fred
i get proactive, see him out and pop him like a blackhead, n-gga
[outro]
n-gga, on the bandlab side of things, n-ggas still can’t f-ck with me, n-gga
i’m the hardest youngin out, n-gga, your fans know, n-gga
my fans know, they fans know, n-gga
n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
come on, n-gga
i’m the hardest youngin out, n-gga

- itsmanman

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