Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maneuver, artist - Dave East. Album song Paranoia: A True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Maneuver |
I maneuver |
Montana! |
Put it up, Fraud |
Ah |
If it’s 'bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver) |
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver) |
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver) |
In that foreign, I maneuver |
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me |
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah) |
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it) |
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah) |
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me |
I’m just praying that the feds don’t never come and get me (I'm praying) |
What do you say to a youngin' knowing his stomach empty (starving) |
He just wanna unload, shoot 'til his gun is empty (boom) |
We hustle smart (smart), never just wanted any cash (nah) |
These niggas robbing from Pathmarks, stealing from Jimmy Jazz |
Welcome to gangland, don’t come without no visit pass (don't come) |
Last year, imagine I counted over a million cash |
Made it out the jungle, came back in a Jaguar (Skrrt) |
Shawty ass fat with a cat back |
Check checks, so that straight cash (Now tell me you want it, eh) |
Suit suit to that ski mask (Now tell me you want it, eh) |
The bitch ballin' like Cooper, German Sheppard, German Ruger |
Baby all my Vs stupid, but I put you on the Uber (skurt) |
Two hundred on the dash, V12, how I maneuver (haan) |
Ice on the hookah, neck looking like a jeweler |
If it’s 'bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver) |
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver) |
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver) |
In that foreign, I maneuver |
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me |
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah) |
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it) |
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah) |
It break your heart, you hear your block hatin' |
11:99, Mott Haven |
Finger tips still sore from all that rock shaving (haan) |
I don’t associate with rats, these niggas got statements |
All these diamonds on me white, no I am not racist |
Grams of crates (crates), brainstorm for the grand escape (escape)Cité of |
Soleil, hunnid Haitians (haan) |
When they changed their face, I was changing faces (faces) |
Bronx to Harlem, deadly combination |
I’m in Miami, with Sadé on repeat (haan) |
Fifty thousand, put it under the seat (stash) |
Keep a gun in my reach (strapped), walk in my shoes, couldn’t fit one of my |
sneaks |
I graduated from the corner, got my hustlers degree, let’s eat |
My lawyer from the Jerusalem hit the trial with maces (ahh) |
Lacking green stop your circulation (ahh) |
Everyday on Remy, thuggacation (ahh) |
Celebration to the fiends that helped built the nation (ahh) |
If it’s 'bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver) |
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver) |
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver) |
In that foreign, I maneuver |
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me |
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah) |
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it) |
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah) |
Haan, yeah, your bitch a freak, yeah |
Yeah, you niggas sweet, yeah |
Harlem Bronx deadly combination |
Fiends helped built the nation |
Grams to the crates |
The grand escape |