lirik lagu yungmanny - tan flag activity
n~gga i got god in my body, i don’t need no bodyguard
real station boy sh~t
real murda boy sh~t
f~ck n~gga cannot compare
i’m in that station i’m on sh~ts n~gga
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whatchu gon do when them young n~ggas hop out yo bushes?
ain’t sh~t, issa wrap
im a quagy boy ion sip act’
and a n~gga be throwin out bullets like dak, no cap
led lights on my wall, im thinkin this b~tch would look good with some plaques
i was thinkin bout puttin my thumb in her b~tt i’m like “h~ll nah n~gga that’s tacky”
these n~ggas do anything for that bag
i’ll do anything for ash kash
get down low
tippy ya toes
at the backdoor n~gga at last
coulda went through the front on sum kick door sh~t, be grateful a n~gga had class
at the one yard line, it’s manny or nun
f~ck nah i ain’t throwin no pass
(let’s get it)
bag sh~t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh~t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh~t
tag sh~t (yeah)
what’s a rich n~gga to a bad b~tch?
double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh~t
n~gga don’t be no hero
this ain’t marvel hoe
f~ck you bеin shy for, open that mouth and gobble hoe
soldiеrs die the quickest
b~tch don’t be no g. i. joe
i f~cked 3 ex’s in a row i callat’ tic tac toe
hop out the whip with extensions
i’m tryn retire me a n~gga no pension
station boy clutchin when we feel the tension
cut out his eye cus he ain’t see the vision
cision’
jealous n~ggas in they feelings
how you my sandbox mad that i’m winning
yungmanny pbs kids, for the children
he wanted smoke and i brought the whole chimney
it’s late night
i’m boutta go and sit down with lil jimmy
i f~ck her raw cus i want her to feel me
h~ll nah baby i ain’t usin no jimmy
sydney
b~tch broke up wit me and then lost her chance
dumb f~ck, you left too soon you woulda stayed down you might’ve had an advance
bag sh~t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh~t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh~t
tag sh~t (yeah)
what’s a rich n~gga to a bad b~tch?
double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh~t
bag sh~t
ima take yours for all the times i ain’t had sh~t
in a freecar wit obese guns, real big drums, all fat sh~t
tag sh~t (yeah)
what’s a rich n~gga to a bad b~tch?
double g belt my waist, i bet i whip it out, whip his ass on sum dad sh~t
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