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letra de gtfo - itsmanman

[intro: itsmanman]
shake that ass for the stincs, b-tch
yeah, go and shake that ass for rtb, b-tch
hm, or get the f-ck out
why the f-ck you stayin’ there? shake some ass or somethin’
hmm

[chorus: itsmanman]
if you ain’t shakin’ ass, b-tch, get the f-ck out
she ain’t want me back then, she let me f-ck now
hmm, somebody get they bm, she in the club wildin’
i make her take the bus home after i bust down
they got joggers in that jam, tell ’em free the real
skinny n-gga, but i’m heavyweight, i feel like cml
p-ssy n-gga told on his mans, he ain’t see the jail
crazy, my b-tch throwin’ up cs, shе got a bbl

[verse 1: itsmanman]
i’m from detroit, we say yop, we gеt turnt
he got fl!cked up, ain’t know i had that bop, he got burnt
[?], ’bout to bust this b-tch down, make her squirt
i’m from the m, hm, a n-gga play with m, he gettin’ murked
tell s-xyy red i’m tryna f-ck, check your dm
hmm, i ain’t signin’ to your label, i need three million
i just hit a bad cougar b-tch, she got three children
big four, i brought the c’s in like tee grizzley
the way she throw it back, ain’t pullin’ out, i’m ’bout to bust in her
got a white b-tch from west virginia, she like, “f-ck n-ggas”
you be out here cuffin’ used hoes, you like russell wilson
i feel drake, might hit up young money, i’m tryna f-ck nicki
[chorus: itsmanman]
if you ain’t shakin’ ass, b-tch, get the f-ck out
she ain’t want me back then, she let me f-ck now
somebody get they bm, she in the club wildin’
i make her take the bus home after i bust down
they got joggers in that jam, tell ’em free the real
skinny n-gga, but i’m heavyweight, i feel like cml
p-ssy n-gga told on his mans, he ain’t see the jail
crazy, my b-tch throwin’ up cs, she got a bbl

[verse 2: lil vada]
ayy
i think i like a nasty b-tch
uh, i just traded in a classy for a ratchet b-tch
yeah, every time i f-cked a b-tch, i asked, “who ass this is?”
and every time i f-ck, i knock it out, don’t do no practicin’
ayy
fly as f-ck, i walked in the club with two thotties
bend these b-tches to the madden, scotty 2 hotty
make these b-tches ride d-ck like it’s they new hobby
ayy, no label, she pulled her titties out like, “come sign me”

[chorus: itsmanman]
if you ain’t shakin’ ass, b-tch, get the f-ck out
she ain’t want me back then, she let me f-ck now
somebody get they bm, she in the club wildin’
i make her take the bus home after i bust down
they got joggers in that jam, tell ’em free the real
skinny n-gga, but i’m heavyweight, i feel like cml
p-ssy n-gga told on his mans, he ain’t see the jail
crazy, my b-tch throwin’ up cs, she got a bbl
[verse 3: 1takejay]
wait, hol’ up
if she not shakin’ ass, tell her, “[?]”
ben frank, if i’m not gettin’ head, it’s a new knot
i ain’t gotta kick n0body out, this b-tch a true thot
leapfrog, all she want is d-ck, she a crew hop
what i say? f-ck it, never answer, hibernation, i was restin’
she ain’t want me back then, now she double textin’
do i look like your ex? first of all, who you textin’? (first of all)
only think i’ve ever been to you, b-tch, is a blessin’
too bougie to throw that sh-t, f-ck up out the section
the way her friend clappin’, thought i heard smith & wesson
twerkin’ like a sport, me and the homies in here reppin’ (she thick)
you and your homies be wrestlin’

- itsmanman

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