MADE MAN

Lyrics

[Chorus] Nigga just bumpin' they lips and rappin' Real deal church boy ain't been in no action Boy, I'm a made man makin' shit happen Real deal big boy just like Pappy See all them old ass niggas, get to smackin' I just be dumpin' on they ass for practice Say he ain't seen me, he seen him a terroist Seen that fire jump out, that motherfucker rapid You ain't got more money than me you a maggot How you gon' cover up your lil' brother? Faggot Fuckin' the baddest bitch, put her in baguettes Fly her to LA, lil' Billy ya baguettes Try a nigga faster than eatin' him a salad I want the blue cheese, the relish, the lettuce Hold on, baked potato, I ain't petty Let a nigga play with me, bet they regret it Real nigga in my own lane Dope power, nigga we gamblin', swing I put that belt on her like Pootie Tang Turned to a track star, he seen that flame Gotta get out of here, you ain't servin' Told lil' brother, "These niggas be nervous" Ain't no money involved, we ain't mergin' Got a freaky lil' ho stay on Kirby Fucked the shit out her, can't stop on these perkies Fucked the shit out her, I can't stop, that's the percocets Sad City Critter wanna rock in a turtleneck Said when I fuck her she like to get hollered at Back of the Maybach that work Bitch, you swallow that Play with the shit, you get whacked Do you follow that? Nigga just bumpin' they lips and rappin' Real deal church boy ain't been in no action Boy, I'm a made man makin' shit happen Real deal big boy just like Pappy See all them old ass niggas, get to smackin' I just be dumpin' on they ass for practice Say he ain't seen me, he seen him a terroist Seen that fire jump out, that motherfucker rapid You ain't got more money than me you a maggot How you gon' cover up your lil' brother? Faggot Fuckin' the baddest bitch, put her in baguettes Fly her to LA, lil' Billy ya baguettes Try a nigga faster than eatin' him a salad I want the blue cheese, the relish, the lettuce Hold on, baked potato, I ain't petty Let a nigga play with me, bet they regret it Real nigga in my own lane Dope power, nigga we gamblin', swing I put that belt on her like Pootie Tang Turned to a track star, he seen that flame Gotta get out of here, you ain't servin' Told lil' brother, "These niggas be nervous" Ain't no money involved, we ain't mergin' Got a freaky lil' ho stay on Kirby Fucked the shit out her, can't stop on these perkies Fucked the shit out her, I can't stop, that's the percocets Sad City Critter wanna rock in a turtleneck Said when I fuck her she like to get hollered at Back of the Maybach that work Bitch, you swallow that Play with the shit, you get whacked Do you follow that?