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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 must
For me to separate the pimps 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 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')
for a way out, lookin for a day out (day out)
And when that day comes, I'm lookin just to stay out
Pushers know J bout (what's that)
I a couple dolls in the crib, feels like you're lookin through a playhouse (whoa)
It's been this ugly, the love me (me)
Ya cars are old, ya look rusty (look at 'em)
Fam I'm blingin me (trust me)
Princess cut, fuckin like the princess cut me (bling)
Glits cost me 30, a brick that's a (birdie)
District, dipshit, I'm rich and early (early)
These be thirsty (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh)
Cause my chain carry ice to fix you a Slurpee, heard me

2X]

Uhh, Yeah, I'm in

2]
Yo, I breeze by the coppers, weave the (eeeeerrrt)
Speak to the rastas, round table feastin' on (hey)
Plus keep a skee on my (to do what)
Stuffed with enough 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 seen with is
Still I'm wham bam, fam lam, see ya (see ya)
The Don for surely, a Don want ya shorty (shorty)
Shorty check me out, ya moms ignore me (no)
Disgusting, ya aunt to a orgy (come on over)
Young but I'll still be the bomb 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 through in coupes (uhh huh)
You'll spot and stop like why the top when you can see through the roof, poof

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Allright wrap this up