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letra de hand onnit - itsmanman

[intro: itsmanman]
hm, yop
n-gga, huh
i’m the hardest youngin out

[chorus: itsmanman]
this thing right here came with a flash, i let the glock spot him
ayy, [?] the hardest youngin, i’m the hot topic
any n-gga tryna beat me need to stop tryin’
big shark, might hit you with a fin, i am not boxin’
everytime she bring it back, i hit my dance on her (yop)
how you got a bad b-tch? ain’t spend bands on her
thick b-tch from rolling crip, she got an ass on her
ironic i beat the p-ssy up, ain’t lay a hand on it

[verse 1]
if i let my hands it, been done k!lled the p-ssy
ten thousand on a cuban blace, you need a band to book me
all that dissin’ caught up to him, made him box the fully
he died at the cornerstore, his picture on a hoodie
we been told that b-tch stop trollin’ on the ‘net, shе be dead now
i’m doin’ one-thirty down 76 in a rеdeye
i ain’t never bust a grape if the feds watchin’
sent reek to come and crash out, he ain’t playin’ ’bout me
said a thick b-tch from rolling crip, i’m finna get me one (finna get me one)
b-tch, you better shake that ass or you ain’t gettin’ nothin’
i told man drop the loc’, them n-ggas sit and ducked
i made it light when it was dark, i’m thomas edison (yeah)
[chorus: itsmanman]
this thing right here came with a flash, i let the glock spot him
ayy, [?] the hardest youngin, i’m the hot topic
any n-gga tryna beat me need to stop tryin’
big shark, might hit you with a fin, i am not boxin’
everytime she bring it back, i hit my dance on her (yop)
how you got a bad b-tch? ain’t spend bands on her
thick b-tch from rolling crip, she got an ass on her
ironic i beat the p-ssy up, ain’t lay a hand on it

[verse 2]
ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, we turnt, we spendin’ racks, you n-ggas’ thots missin’ (she out of here)
i called the coupe wizard kelly ’cause the top missin’ (skrrt)
heard you ate her cootie cat, n-gga, that is not pimpin’ (it’s not pimpin’)
today, my ‘fit rude, but it’s not trippin’
real hot n-gga, i’ll do you cold like some vv’s
john cena to a fad, you can’t see me
put a clip to a n-gga face like it’s 3d
and hope they don’t catch me on camera like neegee
i just poured an awful lot of wock’, it’s f-ckin’ up my stomach
glock got a speech impediment, that b-tch be stutterin’
wanted to sue home depot when that cutter jam (when that cutter jam)
if she ain’t actin’ right, she gettin’ left like my other hand (you’re out of here)

- itsmanman

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