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letra de bronny james - itsmanman

[intro]
yeah
come on
n-gga, i’m the hardest youngin out, n-gga
back in that one bag
hmm, hmm

[verse]
lately i’ve been in my head, “am i gon’ make it out?”
my cousin said i’m up next, but i’m gon’ make it now
detroit came a long way, how you gon’ hate the town?
i’d do him like some flat pockets then shake him down
middle school, the hoes sent me letters, i ain’t write back
hmm, i’ll put the gun down and c-ck the right back
hmm, n-gga sent a shot at me, i sent him right back
she gave me head and then she wanted head, yeah, i bе right back
gotta hit my cash app for a conversation
better havе your pole on you for them altercations
i’ll send a n-gga to the stars, now he a constellation
i need me a rich b-tch like what’s your occupation?
gotta take an l to take a dub, so i’ll gladly miss
if you ain’t tryna shoot the ball, you need to pass your bl!ck
i ain’t never bought a b-tch a bag, but i can bag a b-tch
in the club with somethin’ up my sleeve like a magic trick (hmm)
please don’t ask me ’bout a label, b-tch, i’m independent
hmm, i don’t f-ck with fanduel, i swear this sh-t be scripted
you gon’ hear, “yeah, that n-gga hard” if my name get mentioned
she said she on her period, so i’ma end a sentence
for them commas, it’s no question, you gettin’ murked out
i looked up to cash kidd, i’m bringin’ mark out, hmm
if you ain’t ready for to slide, you need to park now
i don’t cheese, but when she ate my d-ck, i swear my heart smiled
i’m really from my hood, a real mack baby
hmm, that n-gga ain’t no thug, he just act crazy
n-gga said he harder than manman, he doin’ crack, ain’t it? shh
call me manman westbrook ’cause i’m a stat chaser
you wanna f-ck a bad b-tch, you know it cost to date her
that n-gga bronny weak as f-ck, i’m ’bout to call the lakers
mack ave, i’m always in my hood like an alternator
i just f-cked the sh-t out my b-tch, go ask all her neighbors
up in arms, ducked the whole clip ’til it’s no juice in it
catch dude and treat him like a coupe, we left his roof missing
i’m tryna f-ck a short b-tch, go give me two midgets
old cougar gave me good head, i felt a tooth missin’
he got the whole hundred, but i left him as a fraction
i made him disappear off one snap, i know magic
he squared up and n-gga got x’d out, this not madden
the four-five’ll turn a stiff n-gga to a dancer
i’m the king of sh-t talkin’, b-tch, i’m diarrhea, huh
i’ll kick a b-tch out, sorry, i don’t need ya, huh
b-tch, i been earned my stripes, i don’t rock adidas
i’ll let this b-tch boom, onomatopoeia, n-gga

- itsmanman

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