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letra de off da bacc - itsmanman

[intro]
yeah, come on
n-gga, i’m the hardest youngin out, n-gga
they can’t f-ck with me
yeah, huh

[verse]
today a different price, i’m not the same man as yesterday
he on the ‘gram hip shakin’, n-ggas h-lla gay
huh, yeah, he got designer clothes, i heard the belt was fake
i’m in my bag, a chip was on my shoulder, but i’m better made
that’s some city sh-t, not from the d then you won’t get it
my duke said i couldn’t get a buzz, but i did it
eatin’ corn beef and fries with chili cheese, i’m from the mitten
paper on the floor, pass me the shovel, i can dig it
my brother keep a 9, he tryna hurt the opposition
they rappin’ now this sensors tape ain’t never made a penny
it’s back to eyes only, one eye like i’m a million
mathematics, tryna add this paper up, i got division, n-gga
yeah, she got a pretty face, but let me see your toes
n-gga said he gettin’ pape’, well, let me see your roll
i’ve been ballin’ on these n-ggas, i feel like derozan
that lil’ b-tch a yes-man ’cause she won’t tell me no
i’m tryna hit that p-ssy raw, baby, f-ck trojans
if you see me like a pic’, i probably f-cked on her
no cap, i ever seen an opp, then i ran up on him
i called the b-tch rosa parks, i just bust on her
murder mitten n-gga, eastside to be exact, huh
give him five shots, then four extra off the bat
give me twenty bands and i can show you how to rap
throw me in the jungle, b-tch, i’m bringin’ tigers back to mack
i can outrap a taco bell worker, n-gga
i listened to your tape, it got my head hurtin’, n-gga, huh
all his rappin’ fake, he wouldn’t dare murk a n-gga
i’m goin’ donkey in this b-tch like i got ed murphy with me, n-gga

- itsmanman

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