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lil lik - 1 am in manhattan lyrics

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)

[verse 1]
i ain’t come to play, bae, is you f_ckin’ me or not?
this b_tch a freak, she gon’ wake me up and suck me out my socks
i wasn’t involved, but when them n_ggas got popped, i was on the box
these n_ggas switch floors inside that county, i be on the rock
my lil’ brother popped a top and he ain’t even want no cheese, that mean a lot
don’t want a b_tch, go to jail, your b_tch gon’ leave you in the box
don’t sh_t surprise lik ’cause growin’ up, i really seen a lot

[chorus]
white t_shirt with my asics
off that liquor, tryna f_ck somethin’, but this b_tch keep playin’
one of these n_ggas end up dead, then who the f_ck you think payin’?
she gеt f_cked and try to spend the night, b_tch, who you think stayin’?
bad b_tchеs off the ‘gram, i put ’em on my friends
soon as i get caught up by my b_tch, i blame it on my mans
she tryna f_ck, i’m tryna f_ck somethin’, tell me the plan
this b_tch pulled my d_ck out and blamed it on my pants

[verse 2]
bad b_tch drivin’ a rental, we speedin’ on averill
i tell lil’ bro, “if you go hit a head, then i’ma pay you”
i’ma tryna rub a n_gga shoulder and give out a facial
my household was kinda cool, but we ain’t f_ck with cable
shut the f_ck up talkin’ money and put it on the table
i tell lil’ bro, “i’m tryna rap so we all can be stable”
i can’t find no f_ckin’ cameraman, i’m finna call my label
i ain’t tryna squash sh_t stop askin’ me
and i don’t f_ck with facebook, so stop taggin’ me
i tell lil’ bro, “i’m goin’ to hit this block, just come dance with me”
b_tch, i can’t be seen with you in public, stop grabbin’ me
she ask me why we ain’t f_ck, b_tch, why you askin’ me?
all my n_ggas locked inside the county fightin’ a hat a piece
been tryna stamp this rap sh_t, man, this sh_t gotta be
b_tch, if you ain’t tryna f_ck somethin’ that mean you gotta leave
[chorus]
white t_shirt with my asics
off that liquor, tryna f_ck somethin’, but this b_tch keep playin’
one them n_ggas end up dead, who the f_ck you think payin’?
she get f_cked and try to stay the night, b_tch, who you think stayin’?
bad b_tches off the ‘gram, i put ’em on my friends
soon as i get caught up by my b_tch, i blame it on my mans
she tryna f_ck, i’m tryna f_ck somethin’, tell me the plan
this b_tch pulled my d_ck out and blamed it on my pants

- lil lik

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