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strada stray - man now كلمات الأغنية

intro;
woah, ay
black face mob
snapple gang wadd up
you know what it is bruv
essket-t
uh
check

hook;
stack up the paper (paper)
up to the ceiling (up to the ceiling)
i’m the building (building)
i’m bout to k!ll em (i’m bout to k!ll em n-gga)
she never showed me no love before
she a fan now
mama we came from the bottom i told em i got em (told em i got em)
i am the man (yea)
i’m the man now
i am the man ( yea yea)
i’m the man now
i am the man (yea)
i’m the man now
i am the man (yea yea)
i’m the man now

first verse;
take a second and just look around
it’s obvious i am the man
getting h-lla money, f-cking h-lla b-tches
n-gga that’s part of the plan
i just lay low in the cut, jump in the booth and i give you a jam
f-ck a punchline this a blow to the dome, they hit up my phone like strada gad d-mn
hpm mafia chain on my neck
walk in the room better show me respek
f-ck all the talking just cut me a cheque
1448, the sh-t that i rep
reefer got a n-gga high as a jet
to be honest n-gga we just love to finesse
me and my n-ggas,a couple bad b-tches,we walk in the spot you know we finna flex
andele ,andele , andele ,i run the game and ain’t n0body stopping me
upper, upper, upper echelon i am the don and you n-ggas be under me
m.o.b m.o.b m.o.b, money over b-tches, dogg that’s philosophy
we tryna come up from the poverty
i snap on the track like photography

second verse;
i keep that turn up in my styrofoam
women miss me when i’m not at home
i’m in the studio, behind the microphone
man i’m finna blow like a cyclone
i treat the beat like a side h-e
i beat it up when i got time bro
i could tell you what’s been on my mind bro
but i don’t have enough time though
spazz on these n-ggas, don’t give em no break
half of these n-ggas in the game so fake
laugh at these n-ggas tryna get in my way
strada stray and i’m booming every gad d-mn day
i been up, i ain’t slept for like 4-5 days
run it up, tryna get the money 4-5 ways
want a verse? i’ma tax you, 4-5 k
might f-ck around and cop like 4-5 jays
andele ,andele , andele ,i run the game and ain’t n0body stopping me
upper, upper, upper echelon i am the don and you n-ggas be under me
m.o.b m.o.b m.o.b, money over b-tches, dogg that’s philosophy
we tryna come up from the poverty
i snap on the track like photography

- strada stray

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