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letra de black ops - itsmanman

[intro]
come on
i’m the hardest youngin’ out
ayy, hm

[verse]
just smoked some sh-t that got me stupid, i done ate my water
real dad, you want a feat’ from me, you gotta pay my daughter, hm
my opps so down bad, they probably hate my daughter
crackhead just booked me for a show, i just got paid in quarters, hm
speaking of, i can’t change i need a four-nickel
these broke n-ggas tryna rap, i think they flow injured, hm
yeah this lil n-gga cool, but his bro iffy
lil b-tch met me at 4 o’clock, we f-cked at 4:50
the hardest n-gga out detroit, and that’s on icewood
i’m 5’8″, so i’ma shoot you n-gga, f-ck a right hook
just f-cked a b-tch at chipotle, she made my rice good
this out-of-townеr think he rockin’ buffs, but he got nice ‘woods
a couplе n-ggas stole my flow, i’ma let ’em have it
i’ma let you argue with the b-tch, i ain’t gon’ ever drag it
you n-ggas rap about the cheese and you don’t never have it
i hate you fashion n-ggas, it’s summer time, you in a little jacket, hm
with you lil’ stupid ass, dumb goofy ass
gang you stole some clothes from my daughter, with his boostin’ ass
you n-ggas never got no cheese, it’s like you juke the bag
i can play reverse basketball, when i shoot, you pass
i’ma keep sayin’ the hardest, n-gga f-ck you mean?
a thousand n-ggas rappin’ in the city and they can’t f-ck with me, hm
on jesus, i caught sue lackin’, i coulda plucked his bean
he better not thank god for his life, ’cause it was up to me, hm
“manman how you rap like this?” i really been through it
before i rapped about uppin’ on n-ggas, i really did do it
i’m mvp before y’all, and you n-ggas been hoopin’, hm
he want some smoke with the dog, i put a bic to him
on the gang with [?] kid, tryna put belt to ass
you a rookie, how the f-ck you slide and you forget the mask?
my n-gga got a full pump and he ain’t getting gas
you jansport, i’m louis duffle, i’m in a different bag
i’m eatin’ off this rap sh-t, you don’t know the feeling
you ain’t even safe up in your hood, ’cause my lil bro will spin it, hm
yeah, he was safe until they put that n-gga on a gildan, hm
the 9 milly hit his head and now his ‘fro a witness

- itsmanman

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