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letra de issa rip - itsmanman

[intro]
(ayy, good lookin’, ashton)
yeah, hardest youngin out
hm

[chorus]
big booty b-tch, come over here, i’m tryna feel it move
almighty mack baby, hm, scared to hoop
number one, yeah, super big dubs, how i feel to lose
i hit him with an old glock, but he gon’ hit the news
pose, take a pic, it’s hoes on my d-ck
you think that n-gga hard but he had froze on the l!ck
hm, how the f-ck he die? he had a pole on his hip
he got shredded down, so right before a name, it’s a r.i.p

[verse 1]
on the road, searchin’ blue strips, i want benjianas
my crack head’ll beat your ass for only fifty dollars
chopstick’ll box a n-gga up, think this benihanas
bro just whacked a tall n-gga, long live wеmbanyama
you know i’m from the east, my mama from the west
i ain’t nеver been no b-tch, i’ma say it with my chest
they hatin’ on the kid because they know a n-gga next
i don’t care about your stripes ’cause it ain’t sh-t to k!ll a ref
turn around, see what you turnin’ down or get to steppin’
these n-ggas get shot and then they turn into a reverend
i feel like danny glover how i came with lethal weapons
got a tall b-tch, she like to play with b-lls, lisa leslie
hm, b-tches in my dm, “you up next, yeah, you the hardest”
them lyrics cool, but you are not a thug, you just an artist
this big k’ll give him nine shots, so quit barkin’
caught him out in traffic, how the f-ck he die? he in a charger
[chorus]
big booty b-tch, come over here, i’m tryna feel it move
almighty mack baby, hm, scared to hoop
number one, yeah, super big dubs, how i feel to lose
i hit him with an old glock, but he gon’ hit the news
pose, take a pic, it’s hoes on my d-ck
you think that n-gga hard but he had froze on the l!ck
hm, how the f-ck he die? he had a pole on his hip
he got shredded down, so right before a name, it’s a r.i.p

[verse 2]
beat the p-ssy up, it’s round two, she need an ice pack
bro got that billie in his jeans, he think he mike jack
n-ggas think they safe, i sent a b-tch to where he hide at
true story, he stayed in southfield, bro gon’ find that
(you won’t ever see a fourth down)
ain’t no puntin’, hm
they tell your man to move around before you jump him
on my chambers, my people’ll k!ll a n-gga if he bump me, hm
you think i’m cappin’, let it happen, it’s gon’ get ugly, hm
i ain’t never paid for a verse, but i probably asked
and i’m glad i never paid, because you probably ass
ain’t tell yet, i know he ’bout to tell, just look at how he act
she gave me head and said, “come eat me out”, hm, gotta dash
it ain’t no competition, if it is, then they done for
and for them old hatin’ n-ggas, i’m gon’ stunt on ’em
all these questions, tap that n-gga chest, he got a bug on
free jarvis, free that n-gga justice, bring them thugs home

- itsmanman

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