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Man Up
(f/ J.R. Writer)

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

Yeah do it

1]
You's a duck, you ain't never man up (nope)
At the about to give ya man up
for real man tell him where the tan tucked
Or you'll be in handcuffs on the damn bus (stop cryin')
for a way out, lookin for a day out (day out)
And when that day comes, shit I'm just to stay out
Pushers know J bout (what's that)
I keep a couple dolls in the crib, feels like lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
It's been this ugly, the love me (me)
Ya are old, ya rims look rusty (look at 'em)
Fam I'm blingin me (trust me)
Princess cut, fuckin look the princess cut me (bling)
Glits cost me 30, a that's a birdie (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm rich and it's (early)
These chickens be thirsty (uhh huh) (uhh huh)
Cause my carry enough ice to fix you a Slurpee, heard me

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Uhh, Yeah, I'm in

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Yo, I by the coppers, weave the imposters (eeeeerrrt)
to the rastas, round table feastin' on pasta (hey)
Plus keep a on my roster (to do what)
Stuffed enough damn candy to be a piata (holla)
Laid by the with pia colata
Weed and some vodka, ohh boy, on her knockers (ohh boy)
Every I'm seen with is proper
Still I'm bam, fam lam, see ya maana (see ya)
The Don Juan for surely, a Don want ya (shorty)
Shorty check me out, ya moms can't me (no)
Disgusting, invite ya aunt to a (come on over)
Young but I'll be the bomb when I'm 40 (word)
Look creep I'm the truth, I for the youth
The streets where my peeps be all week on the
Still breeze in coupes (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop like why drop the top you can see through the roof, poof

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Allright let's wrap up