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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)

let's do it

1]
You's a damn duck, you ain't man up (nope)
At the about to give ya man up
Like for man tell 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, I'm lookin just to stay out
Pushers know what J (what's that)
I keep a couple dolls in the crib, like you're lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
been this ugly, the bitches love me (me)
Ya cars are old, ya rims rusty (look at 'em)
Fam I'm blingin me (trust me)
Princess cut, fuckin look the princess cut me (bling)
cost me 30, a brick that's a birdie (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm and it's early (early)
These be thirsty (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh)
my chain carry enough ice to fix you a Slurpee, heard me

2X]

Uhh, Yeah, I'm in

2]
Yo, I by the coppers, weave the imposters (eeeeerrrt)
Speak to the rastas, table feastin' on pasta (hey)
keep a skee on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed with damn candy to be a piata (holla)
Laid by the pool with pia
Weed and vodka, ohh boy, squeeze on her knockers (ohh boy)
Every bitch I'm with is proper
I'm wham bam, fam lam, see ya maana (see ya)
The Don for surely, a Don want ya shorty (shorty)
check me out, ya moms can't ignore me (no)
Disgusting, ya aunt to a orgy (come on over)
Young but I'll still be the when I'm 40 (word)
Look creep I'm the truth, I speak for the
The streets where my be all week on the stoop
breeze through in coupes (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop like why drop the top when you can see the roof, poof

2X]

Allright let's this up