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Man Up
作詞:Lawrence Edwards, Jamal Glaze, Jonathan Lewis, Donnell Prince, Detral Treadwell
You don't wanna do dat You don't wanna do dat You don't wanna do dat
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
Now eve'body wanna fuckin' have they own label Wouldn't on the first shit to bring to the table They in they own fantasy somethin' like a fable Handicap situations all disabled
I shut 'em down, like a computer 'Cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit the super producer Coreleone, Trill town representatives Fuck Don P Man some of y'all too sensitive
But ya right, fuck me But ain't 'nam day you gon' touch me Talkin' 'bout, Don P, why you buckin'? Man you need to chill out get to the money
I already got it and I'ma Trill nigga I handle all my problems besides I'm all about respectin' I'ma man, before anybody checkin'
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
What you starin' at? This ain't no free show You gon' make me cock back, hit ya ass in the door You don't wanna do dat, hear dem thangs clit-clak Goes in ya through the front, comes out through the back
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Come and make my night, love to talk but hate to fight Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it don't go away ova night Man up motherfucker man up I told you once before motherfucker stand up
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
Now if you niggaz keep playin', you gon' make a nigga tear a hole Right through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo' soul You don't wanna do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat Talkin' all dat shit nigga and I'ma hit you wit da gack
Seventeen times out da barrel on my .45 Four plus five equals nine goin' through yo spine Sit yo ass down hoe, make a move you gotta go Erase you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own show
Ain't playin' no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit Throwin' up my middle finger, grabbin' on my own dick Niggaz thank they slick take yo pick, which one you want? Bullets flyin' through yo house or goin' straight through yo door
Make yo ass choke wit different strokes of my hand movements Say dat your a G, in these streets, man you gotta prove in Next, time I see you talkin' talkin' shit I'ma rearrange yo mouth and put yo ass in a ditch, bitch
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up Man up motherfucker, man up
You don't wanna do dat You don't wanna do dat You don't wanna do dat ...
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