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letra de tan flag activity - yungmanny

n-gga i got god in my body, i don’t need no bodyguard
real station boy sh-t
real murda boy sh-t
f-ck n-gga cannot compare
i’m in that station i’m on sh-ts n-gga
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whatchu gon do when them young n-ggas hop out yo bushes?
ain’t sh-t, issa wrap
im a quagy boy ion sip act’
and a n-gga be throwin out bullets like dak, no cap
led lights on my wall, im thinkin this b-tch would look good with some plaques
i was thinkin bout puttin my thumb in her b-tt i’m like “h-ll nah n-gga that’s tacky”
these n-ggas do anything for that bag
i’ll do anything for ash kash
get down low
tippy ya toes
at the backdoor n-gga at last
coulda went through the front on sum kick door sh-t, be grateful a n-gga had class
at the one yard line, it’s manny or nun
f-ck nah i ain’t throwin no pass
(let’s get it)
bag sh-t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh-t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh-t
tag sh-t (yeah)
what’s a rich n-gga to a bad b-tch? double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh-t
n-gga don’t be no hero
this ain’t marvel hoe
f-ck you bеin shy for, open that mouth and gobble hoe
soldiеrs die the quickest
b-tch don’t be no g. i. joe
i f-cked 3 ex’s in a row i callat’ tic tac toe
hop out the whip with extensions
i’m tryn retire me a n-gga no pension
station boy clutchin when we feel the tension
cut out his eye cus he ain’t see the vision
cision’
jealous n-ggas in they feelings
how you my sandbox mad that i’m winning
yungmanny pbs kids, for the children
he wanted smoke and i brought the whole chimney
it’s late night
i’m boutta go and sit down with lil jimmy
i f-ck her raw cus i want her to feel me
h-ll nah baby i ain’t usin no jimmy
sydney
b-tch broke up wit me and then lost her chance
dumb f-ck, you left too soon you woulda stayed down you might’ve had an advance

bag sh-t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh-t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh-t
tag sh-t (yeah)
what’s a rich n-gga to a bad b-tch? double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh-t
bag sh-t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh-t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh-t
tag sh-t (yeah)
what’s a rich n-gga to a bad b-tch? double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh-t

- yungmanny

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