letra de rookie of the year - itsmanman
[intro]
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[chorus]
rookie of the year, these n-ggas still stuck in the g-league
stick ’em up with f&n for all them vvs
these lil’ n-ggas hungry, you might get fried for a six-piece
i think these boys lactose but i want big cheese
throw me a lobb, i’m ’bout to catch it, break the backboard
they get busy with the hammer, you better ask thor
most these n-ggas think they gang gang but they task force
my virgo hit your cancer with a taurus, got his ass torched
hit a n-gga with a dragon ball, this chop majin buu
it ain’t sh-t to get him popped like some mountain dew
it’s manman, that’s doggy from the east, they like, “how he do it?”
he ran one, n-gga caught one to the hip, now watch how he move
[verse 1]
in our crib, i got her son mad, i ate his lunchables
thick chop, it came with bbl, i brought a thumper through
they thuggin’ in the house, when they outside, they get uncomfortable
the hardest, hm, i keep tellin’ myself n-ggas can’t f-ck with you
ain’t like that, the only thing you shootin’ is a video
he 6’1″, i hit him with a 9 like rey mysterio
all that b-tch do is suck d-ck, go get a busy ho
he a serial k!ller, hit him with that smith &, tell him, “cheerio”
[chorus]
rookie of the year, these n-ggas still stuck in the g-league
stick ’em up with f&n for all them vvs
these lil’ n-ggas hungry, you might get fried for a six-piece
i think these boys lactose but i want big cheese
throw me a lobb, i’m ’bout to catch it, break the backboard
they get busy with the hammer, you better ask thor
most these n-ggas think they gang gang but they task force
my virgo hit your cancer with a taurus, got his ass torched
[verse 2]
two straps’ll make this n-gga jump, we playin’ double dutch
you fishbowlin’, you don’t got your pole, you should’ve buckled up
she tryna talk, i get straight to the point, “you wanna f-ck or what?”
we caught him out and pow, right in the kisser, nina sucker punched him
they doin’ all this d-ck suckin’ but they can’t afford a feature
slid down with wigs on, that n-gga got shot by madea
we seen him at the red light, the 40 knocked him out his kia
don’t get smart ’cause pippy long’ll turn his t-shirt to a beater
control-alt-delete then shift that lil’ n-gga, he all cap
chopper built like fat joe, it make you lean and fall back
i only listen to underground ’cause mainstream be all rats
dinner work on susie lee, this b-tch just got her jaw strapped
[chorus]
rookie of the year, these n-ggas still stuck in the g-league
stick ’em up with f&n for all them vvs
these lil’ n-ggas hungry, you might get fried for a six-piece
i think these boys lactose but i want big cheese
throw me a lobb, i’m ’bout to catch it, break the backboard
they get busy with the hammer, you better ask thor
most these n-ggas think they gang gang but they task force
my virgo hit your cancer with a taurus, got his ass torched
hit a n-gga with a dragon ball, this chop majin buu
it ain’t sh-t to get him popped like some mountain dew
it’s manman, that’s doggy from the east, they like, “how he do it?”
he ran one, n-gga caught one to the hip, now watch how he move
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