Man-Man ayy
I'm a walkin' sensation now, I'm the truth
Foenem told me start doin' niggas how they do you
I brought some bitches and my bitches brought some bitches too
Once tequila get involved, I f*ck the whole friend group
I could f*ck these niggas' bitches, but I don't
Ayy, like Latrell Sprewell, I got the whole game in a choke
Highly favored in this bitch, I think I'm chosen
Bad bitches takin' turns with me, you think I'm havin' motion
A nigga scared to shoot his blick, he pass the rock
We know a lot about you, daddy was a cop
EDD is not the same thing as money plots
Just turn around, bitch, hit your dance, just hit your money walk
5% tint, you can't see me while I'm cruisin
Nigga hit my phone about a bitch, you know I'm snoozin
Doin' things a little differently, so niggas like to hate
Shorty bad, she a ten, but I do not go on dates
Foreign bitch, she go both ways, need some money, hit up Chase
You ain't a killer cause you got a couple tats up on your face
Mortal Kombat, we whoop a nigga ass for the thrill
I know niggas sit at home and I know niggas who kill
On these raps, I be lettin' out my secrets for real
Daily in the studio, tryna get me a deal
Ain't no sleepin' on the floor no more, that's basic
Ain't no sleepin' on the couch no more, we made it
Ayy, she think we compatible, I lied on my Zodiac
Hitting shots, hitting plays, nigga its like Kobe back
I got niggas in the field, they takin' shots, they contested
Bad bitches runnin' around, tryna cut me, I'm arrested
Makin' plays again, niggas thought I fell off
Got a couple young shooters, they'll knock your head off
I came in first and I ain't even gotta play
TSA, I'm lockin' shit up every day
It just makes sense, Peons stickin' to the rumors
Wish Ol dude who was makin' threats on me, just pull up on me sooner
I just bought this bitch a ass, now watch it shake
Like a fat kid, my favorite food is cake
I don't need another chorus in this song to make this bitch go
He got a bad bitch, but he don't know that she a bimbo
Poppin' bottles every celebration, crescendo
F*ckin in the backseat, I know her face just hit the window
Man-Manv - It Just Makes Sense (Remix) Lyrics
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Man-Man ayy
I'm a walkin' sensation now, I'm the truth
Foenem told me start doin' niggas how they do you
I brought some bitches and my bitches brought some bitches too
Once tequila get involved, I f*ck the whole friend group
I could f*ck these niggas' bitches, but I don't
Ayy, like Latrell Sprewell, I got the whole game in a choke
Highly favored in this bitch, I think I'm chosen
Bad bitches takin' turns with me, you think I'm havin' motion
A nigga scared to shoot his blick, he pass the rock
We know a lot about you, daddy was a cop
EDD is not the same thing as money plots
Just turn around, bitch, hit your dance, just hit your money walk
5% tint, you can't see me while I'm cruisin
Nigga hit my phone about a bitch, you know I'm snoozin
Doin' things a little differently, so niggas like to hate
Shorty bad, she a ten, but I do not go on dates
Foreign bitch, she go both ways, need some money, hit up Chase
You ain't a killer cause you got a couple tats up on your face
Mortal Kombat, we whoop a nigga ass for the thrill
I know niggas sit at home and I know niggas who kill
On these raps, I be lettin' out my secrets for real
Daily in the studio, tryna get me a deal
Ain't no sleepin' on the floor no more, that's basic
Ain't no sleepin' on the couch no more, we made it
Ayy, she think we compatible, I lied on my Zodiac
Hitting shots, hitting plays, nigga its like Kobe back
I got niggas in the field, they takin' shots, they contested
Bad bitches runnin' around, tryna cut me, I'm arrested
Makin' plays again, niggas thought I fell off
Got a couple young shooters, they'll knock your head off
I came in first and I ain't even gotta play
TSA, I'm lockin' shit up every day
It just makes sense, Peons stickin' to the rumors
Wish Ol dude who was makin' threats on me, just pull up on me sooner
I just bought this bitch a ass, now watch it shake
Like a fat kid, my favorite food is cake
I don't need another chorus in this song to make this bitch go
He got a bad bitch, but he don't know that she a bimbo
Poppin' bottles every celebration, crescendo
F*ckin in the backseat, I know her face just hit the window
I'm a walkin' sensation now, I'm the truth
Foenem told me start doin' niggas how they do you
I brought some bitches and my bitches brought some bitches too
Once tequila get involved, I f*ck the whole friend group
I could f*ck these niggas' bitches, but I don't
Ayy, like Latrell Sprewell, I got the whole game in a choke
Highly favored in this bitch, I think I'm chosen
Bad bitches takin' turns with me, you think I'm havin' motion
A nigga scared to shoot his blick, he pass the rock
We know a lot about you, daddy was a cop
EDD is not the same thing as money plots
Just turn around, bitch, hit your dance, just hit your money walk
5% tint, you can't see me while I'm cruisin
Nigga hit my phone about a bitch, you know I'm snoozin
Doin' things a little differently, so niggas like to hate
Shorty bad, she a ten, but I do not go on dates
Foreign bitch, she go both ways, need some money, hit up Chase
You ain't a killer cause you got a couple tats up on your face
Mortal Kombat, we whoop a nigga ass for the thrill
I know niggas sit at home and I know niggas who kill
On these raps, I be lettin' out my secrets for real
Daily in the studio, tryna get me a deal
Ain't no sleepin' on the floor no more, that's basic
Ain't no sleepin' on the couch no more, we made it
Ayy, she think we compatible, I lied on my Zodiac
Hitting shots, hitting plays, nigga its like Kobe back
I got niggas in the field, they takin' shots, they contested
Bad bitches runnin' around, tryna cut me, I'm arrested
Makin' plays again, niggas thought I fell off
Got a couple young shooters, they'll knock your head off
I came in first and I ain't even gotta play
TSA, I'm lockin' shit up every day
It just makes sense, Peons stickin' to the rumors
Wish Ol dude who was makin' threats on me, just pull up on me sooner
I just bought this bitch a ass, now watch it shake
Like a fat kid, my favorite food is cake
I don't need another chorus in this song to make this bitch go
He got a bad bitch, but he don't know that she a bimbo
Poppin' bottles every celebration, crescendo
F*ckin in the backseat, I know her face just hit the window
Writer: Manman Von
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