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PunchMan Video (MV)




Performed By: M4r3
Language: English
Length: 1:27
Written by: Rahmare Brooks




M4r3 - PunchMan Lyrics
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Know, we really hit his , bitch, we slide back on the block, have a nigga punchin' in
Knew you wasn't gonna win so I never had a plan
Had to get up on these bands, had to touch it for my friend
He never touchin' money, nigga, you a goofy, you a phony
I had to pull up with a Glock, tell a nigga, come and run me
Ain't got no motion, bitch, he can never get a f*ckin' band
He try to press me, bitch, then he try to act like I'm his friend
I had too much success , you know the rappin' shit it worked
She a bad bitch, but you know I wouldn't text her first
Now we pull up in the Tonka and I blow like I'm osama
I can't f*ck with a bitch, yeah, she be up in the drama
I call teachers 12 cause a nigga really call my mama
What's the drama? We got choppers that be spinnin' like some lamas
She a oppa, she done talk to the cops, damn
This bitch ugly, yeah I really want her mama damn
We shot his chest, now the nigga gotta punch in
Throw ten, we gon' throw ten, we gon' hit again
Ya bitch too bad, told the bitch to drop the addy
Ya bitch be sendin' me snaps and callin' me Daddy, no cap
Know, we really hit his , bitch, we slide back on the block, have a nigga punchin' in
Knew you wasn't gonna win so I never had a plan
Had to get up on these bands, had to touch it for my friend
He never touchin' money, nigga, you a goofy, you a phony
I had to pull up with a Glock, tell a nigga, come and run me
Ain't got no motion, bitch, he can never get a f*ckin' band
He try to press me, bitch, then he try to act like I'm his friend
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English

Know, we really hit his , bitch, we slide back on the block, have a nigga punchin' in
Knew you wasn't gonna win so I never had a plan
Had to get up on these bands, had to touch it for my friend
He never touchin' money, nigga, you a goofy, you a phony
I had to pull up with a Glock, tell a nigga, come and run me
Ain't got no motion, bitch, he can never get a f*ckin' band
He try to press me, bitch, then he try to act like I'm his friend
I had too much success , you know the rappin' shit it worked
She a bad bitch, but you know I wouldn't text her first
Now we pull up in the Tonka and I blow like I'm osama
I can't f*ck with a bitch, yeah, she be up in the drama
I call teachers 12 cause a nigga really call my mama
What's the drama? We got choppers that be spinnin' like some lamas
She a oppa, she done talk to the cops, damn
This bitch ugly, yeah I really want her mama damn
We shot his chest, now the nigga gotta punch in
Throw ten, we gon' throw ten, we gon' hit again
Ya bitch too bad, told the bitch to drop the addy
Ya bitch be sendin' me snaps and callin' me Daddy, no cap
Know, we really hit his , bitch, we slide back on the block, have a nigga punchin' in
Knew you wasn't gonna win so I never had a plan
Had to get up on these bands, had to touch it for my friend
He never touchin' money, nigga, you a goofy, you a phony
I had to pull up with a Glock, tell a nigga, come and run me
Ain't got no motion, bitch, he can never get a f*ckin' band
He try to press me, bitch, then he try to act like I'm his friend
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Writer: Rahmare Brooks
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