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itsmanman - white power lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, turk, turn that sh_t up)
yeah, turn that sh_t up, before i smack your grandaddy or somethin’, n_gga

[verse]
ain’t got no time to box, lil’ b_tch, the fn punch n_ggas
for them bars, he caught more shots than drunk n_ggas
you wanna vouch for him ’cause you was gettin’ punked with him
he in the trunk, you mad, you go in the trunk with him
my brother ride around with twenty cents, bro, that’s a four nickel
i heard what happened to old boy, b_tch, you can go with him
big buns, once she see the cheese, she want the whole pickle
i got some family from the five but i’m a four, n_gga
it’s crazy n_ggas lookin’ up to me, i just started
pippy long’ll shock a n_gga out his charger
shoutout desto, an awful lot of syrup when i’m walkin’
put her in a headlock, b_tch, i’m manman jeff hardy
hm, b_tch, i’m from thе d, need cornbeef and chili cheese
she a roller, i just glazеd her donut, this krispy kreme
i’m a stinc, still’ll f_ck an asian b_tch, she vietnamese
if he lie, he ’bout to fly, we put them fire to his jeans
b_tch, you can’t compete with gang and them, so stop tryin’
just put his biscuit in the box, we popeye’d him
in your song, you was sellin’ all them lies, i’m not buyin’
b_tch, take that bbl back, it’s lopsided
kicked out of school, every time a n_gga played, i punched on ’em
i’m the type to buy your merch and stomp on it
underage, i know a n_gga sixteen that tuck forties
call my youngin, he’ll rip a rapper gold, no trojan
they was doubtin’, now they gotta pay the fine and they mad
he got packed up, that n_gga tried to box and got bagged
call muhammad, he’ll get you blew down from iraq
huh, he like wine and blow up, that sh_t trash
with your face, she like, n_gga, you’s a b_tch, too $hort
i give her b_lls and play ball, that’s two sports
all that talkin’ out his lips, and he got nicked like new york
you ain’t no thug, you only pulled like one skit, go do more
i think these n_ggas work at lids, they be cappin’
they like, “give that boy a pass, he’s just a rapper”
bum n_ggas want us to fall off, it won’t happen
f&n’ll make your big brother dance, you mike jackson
n_ggas sayin’ they be posted where they at, they not out
b_tch, if you broke, you can go on and clock in and clock out
gang got b_ttons, if you make him hit the switch, it’s lights out
big cuz had just came with three ks, b_tch, white power, hm
banana on the drac’, b_tch, if you slip, you get peeled
your wife don’t even respect your b_tch ass, you will smith
you had all the career options and you chose to be a b_tch
she like, “how i’m gettin’ home?” b_tch, get a lyft

- itsmanman lyrics

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