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ybn nahmir - man down lyrics
[intro]
everything foreign, n-gga
[chorus: chris brown]
all i hear is gunshots (bang, bang)
up and down my block (yeah, ow!)
it don’t never stop (ow!)
either you in or out
i see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
man down, but they don’t know who shot ’em
it’s lookin’ like the walking dead, zombies
everyday a n-gga d.i.e
if anybody scared, f-ck from ’round me
if you ain’t with the bid’ness, get the f-ck from ’round me
[verse 1: ybn nahmir]
slide down on my n-ggas on tip (raah!)
30 shots they gon’ go through your whip (hits)
i’m the man, smokin’ n-gga like a zip
then turn around and i f-ck on his b-tch (bop, bop, bop, bop)
i gotta keep movin’, keep one in the ruger (ayy)
bullets hot, they gon’ hit your medulla (yeah)
i’m chasin’ the sack, gotta get to the safe
by any means, gotta get that moolah (bop, bop, bop, bop)
it’s gun shots erywhere so, boy, you better hide (you finna hide)
if breezy say it’s f-ck you, so you know i’m finna slide (watch me slide)
watch me do that walk up, you seen that pole, now he surprised
hollow tips gon’ hit ’em then i’m hoppin’ in that ride (bop, bop, bop, bop)
say the people took my brother, so i’m screamin’, “f-ck the feds” (boom)
i rather keep that blower ‘fore my mama see me dead
if a n-gga run up on me, i’ma fill him up with lead (raah!)
.223’s hit his body, pop a n-gga like some mints
if i ever hit a l!ck then you know i’m breakin’ bread (i’m breakin’ bread)
n-ggas snitchin’ to the cops, they be talkin’ to the feds
[chorus: chris brown]
all i hear is gunshots (bang, bang)
up and down my block (yeah, ow!)
it don’t never stop (ow!)
either you in or out
i see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
man down, but they don’t know who shot ’em
it’s lookin’ like the walking dead, zombies (bang, bang)
everyday a n-gga d.i.e (woo)
if anybody scared, f-ck from ’round me (bang, bang)
if you ain’t with the bid’ness, get the f-ck from ’round me
[verse 2: chris brown]
you better find that exit (exit)
stop that flexin’ (stop)
before i send you to the reverend
all my n-ggas reckless, you get the message
none of y’all ain’t gon’ shoot (pow)
n-ggas lame, tryna complain
b-tches still snitchin’ if you tell the truth (oh woah-oh-oh)
you ain’t ’bout sh-t, now leave (sh-t, now leave)
and now i got a d-ck on me (dirty clip)
i made this b-tch feel my piece (yeah, yeah)
and she ain’t never felt one of these
yeah, tell her bend over
then i shot man down, it’s over
then a man hit c0ke just like soda
man tellin’ lie, lemme k!ll all the rumors
mash up the p-ssy, gah run, run to her
whine up for me, you gotta come sooner (ow!)
n-gga headless, knock out the tumor
give ’em good d-ck now all i hear is…
[chorus: chris brown]
all i hear is gunshots (bang, bang)
up and down my block (yeah, ow!)
it don’t never stop (ow!)
either you in or out
i see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
man down, but they don’t know who shot ’em
it’s lookin’ like the walking dead, zombies (bang, bang)
everyday a n-gga d.i.e (woo)
if anybody scared, f-ck from ’round me (bang, bang)
if you ain’t with the bid’ness, get the f-ck from ’round me
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