I'm Da Man
It's LoLife
Motherfuckin' Blacc
Let's get it
Bitch, I'm the man, I'm the man
Call me girl scout, you want some cookies? I serve em' hand and hand
298 Shoe Street, my dad had weed all in them garbage bags
Ain't shit change, I work the vacuum seal
Sell out, work pots and pans
Superstar like C.J, catch me trappin' on the front street
Hundred packs just came in, lightskin, I call them Bronski
I'm like a stunna, you can see me in the parking lot
645, the roof gone, yeah I dropped the top
All these boxes, coming in and out, my neighbor think we moving
They hit the lights, it ain't no thinking twice
I'm fleeing in the looter
Drop the dope, it got vert, swing my door, I got the uzi
Dope so strong, touch with your bad hand, you gon' end up using
Got this white bitch, pussy is so good, I crisp it while I abuse it
Pussy squirt, like a three round burst, like on Call Of Duty
Shawn Michael, when it's time to rustle, I give a switch in music
She make content, I just bought a red camera, let's make movies
With her friend, in a Benz, on a 10, brick of Fent'
I'm the man, R.I.P Shawty Lo, done done it, I'll do it again
Don't pull up to the spot, it's for a deal, if you buy less than 10
In my spot, it's C.O.D, no fronts, no handouts, comprehend
Still gon' kick that box on the southside
Sell the pints out the west end
Still gon' kick that first class flight box, overnight, sell out again
Pick the flavors in my spot, but I got one question
What you gon' spend?
Long as I sell bales, and I work scales, I can buy a friend
16 zips inside this pint, sell drank, I can buy a Benz
Slide with P50, or F&N, I live the life of sin
I spent 30 on my green, right now, my patient wearing thin
Just checked the tracking, and it's already sold before they even send
Lolife
I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend
Got, got no wife, but the white be my girl
Got, got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend
The cars, the hoes, the life, I chose
The ice, it's froze, my flow, it's cold
I'm hot, for sure, you know, It's low
I've been getting money, way back in 94
Motherfuckin' Blacc
Let's get it
Bitch, I'm the man, I'm the man
Call me girl scout, you want some cookies? I serve em' hand and hand
298 Shoe Street, my dad had weed all in them garbage bags
Ain't shit change, I work the vacuum seal
Sell out, work pots and pans
Superstar like C.J, catch me trappin' on the front street
Hundred packs just came in, lightskin, I call them Bronski
I'm like a stunna, you can see me in the parking lot
645, the roof gone, yeah I dropped the top
All these boxes, coming in and out, my neighbor think we moving
They hit the lights, it ain't no thinking twice
I'm fleeing in the looter
Drop the dope, it got vert, swing my door, I got the uzi
Dope so strong, touch with your bad hand, you gon' end up using
Got this white bitch, pussy is so good, I crisp it while I abuse it
Pussy squirt, like a three round burst, like on Call Of Duty
Shawn Michael, when it's time to rustle, I give a switch in music
She make content, I just bought a red camera, let's make movies
With her friend, in a Benz, on a 10, brick of Fent'
I'm the man, R.I.P Shawty Lo, done done it, I'll do it again
Don't pull up to the spot, it's for a deal, if you buy less than 10
In my spot, it's C.O.D, no fronts, no handouts, comprehend
Still gon' kick that box on the southside
Sell the pints out the west end
Still gon' kick that first class flight box, overnight, sell out again
Pick the flavors in my spot, but I got one question
What you gon' spend?
Long as I sell bales, and I work scales, I can buy a friend
16 zips inside this pint, sell drank, I can buy a Benz
Slide with P50, or F&N, I live the life of sin
I spent 30 on my green, right now, my patient wearing thin
Just checked the tracking, and it's already sold before they even send
Lolife
I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man
Got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend
Got, got no wife, but the white be my girl
Got, got no wife, but the white be my girlfriend
The cars, the hoes, the life, I chose
The ice, it's froze, my flow, it's cold
I'm hot, for sure, you know, It's low
I've been getting money, way back in 94
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