[Repeat: x15]
You don't wanna do dat

All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
Dat shit
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Dat shit
Dat shit
Dat shit
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up

Now eva'body wanna fuckin' have they label
Wouldn't on da first shit to bring to da 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 da super producer
Corleone trill town representatives
Fuck Don P man some of y'all too sensitive
But ya fuck me but nann day you gon touch me
Talkin' bout Don P why you buckin'
Man you need to chill out get to da money
I already got it and imma trill nigga I handle all my problems
Besides I'm all about respectin'
Imma man before anybody checkin'

All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
Dat shit
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Dat shit
Dat shit
Dat shit
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up

What you starin' at this ain't no free show
You gon make me cock back hit ya ass in da door
You don't wanna do dat hear dem thangs clit-clat
Goes in ya through da front comes out through da back
Come and make my night love to talk hate to fight
Was you a bitch I was a bitch it don't go away ova night
Man up motherfucka man up I told you once before motherfucka' stand up

All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
Dat shit
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Dat shit
Dat shit
Dat shit
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up

Now if you niggas 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 imma hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all dat shit nigga and imma hit you wit da gack
Seventeen times out da barrel on my forty five
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
Niggas 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 imma rearrange yo mouth
And put yo ass in a ditch bitch

All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
All dat talkin'
Dat shit
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Talkin'
Dat shit
Dat shit
Dat shit
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up
Man up motherfucka' man up
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Man Up Lyrics

Trillville – Man Up Lyrics

Songwriters: Lewis, Jonathan / Prince, Donnell / Glaze, Jamal Deandre / Edwards, Lawrence
Man Up lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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