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Man Up
(f/ J.R. Writer)

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Nigga up (what) put ya hands up (what)
the tan on the land and your cam tucked (what)
It's a damn
For me to the pimps from the chimps homie, it's time to (man up)

Yeah do it

1]
You's a damn duck, you ain't man up (nope)
At the precinct about to ya man up
Like for real man him where the tan tucked
Or you'll be in sittin' on the damn bus (stop cryin')
Lookin for a way out, for a day out (day out)
And when that day comes, shit I'm lookin just to out
Pushers what J bout (what's that)
I keep a couple in the crib, feels like you're lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
It's this ugly, the bitches love me (me)
Ya cars are old, ya look rusty (look at 'em)
Fam I'm blingin me (trust me)
Princess cut, look like the princess cut me (bling)
Glits cost me 30, a brick that's a (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm and it's early (early)
These chickens be (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh)
Cause my carry enough ice to fix you a Slurpee, heard me

2X]

Uhh, Yeah, I'm in

2]
Yo, I breeze by the coppers, the imposters (eeeeerrrt)
Speak to the rastas, table feastin' on pasta (hey)
Plus keep a on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed with enough damn to be a piata (holla)
Laid by the with pia colata
and some vodka, ohh boy, squeeze on her knockers (ohh boy)
Every bitch I'm seen is proper
Still I'm bam, fam lam, see ya maana (see ya)
The Don Juan for surely, a Don ya shorty (shorty)
Shorty check me out, ya moms ignore me (no)
Disgusting, invite ya to a orgy (come on over)
Young but still be the bomb when I'm 40 (word)
Look I'm the truth, I speak for the youth
The streets where my be all week on the stoop
breeze through in coupes (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop why drop the top when you can see through the roof, poof

2X]

Allright wrap this up