| I’m not gonna lie, if you ain’t sick then you won’t get a verse
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| Sending for Blay only get man burst
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| Get man hurt, man don’t learn
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| Man get boxed up, jaw get turnt
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| Bredrins splurt, quickest scram
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| Totally dang, shoes got left
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| Man hit prams, fam understand
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| I’ll make your wifey plug food when we leave 'Dam
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| You’re not the man, dickheads rate your gang
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| Raising your voice but no one’s prang
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| Raising your voice but, no one cares
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| You’ll get weighed left gasping air
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| There’s not one MC here I fear
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| Man get bun any time any year
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| Any time any year man get bun
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| Man can’t diss me or my mum
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| For that right there man buss their gun
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| For that right there shotgun get pumped
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| Jaw get myth, leave man slumped
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| Violate terms, shells will dumped
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| I don’t really care what 'dem man are on
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| What 'dem man are on will always get slumped
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| 'Dem man there ain’t handling bread
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| 'Dem man talk about whipping up crack but don’t know how many grams in a Z
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| If I gave my man a half of B, he would OD 'cause life got tense
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| Swerve them man treat man like Fed
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| Man can’t badmind me and bread
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| Mutual friend might open his head
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| Might open his head in front of the marj
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| My man’s nan might get a likkle barge
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| Tings get mad when man wanna tark
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| Man don’t bark, man i come to the yard
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| Dunno why you wanna flex all hard
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| Last time that I said that man got parred
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| Take a man’s wifey and go to Shard
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| Make that pay on your savings card
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| G-check me get sent to the morgue
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| Man is on form, it won’t be bless like Sunday morn
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| Your folks will hate me for the son they mourn
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| I’ve never cared what anyone thought
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| Man try stab me when I was 15 so I didn’t care when his limbs got torn
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| So I didn’t care when the yute got bored, it’s a madting
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| Harm my fam get left in the way, so much leg to the face
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| So much head to the pave, so much stress for your bae
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| Things weren’t left for your day, it’s cray
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| Nah fuck that come again, it’s Blay
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| Flows too gone, evidence is bait
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| Leave in enemies in intensive states
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| All 'cause man wanna to dwell pon hate
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| 'Cah I punched man up for less
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| I punched man up for less than that
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| Man wanna come invest in chat
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| No, protect your chest and back
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| Came in the room on a rude boy ting
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| Now man are searching for teeth and manners
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| These likkle yutes ain’t beating hammers
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| You’re not bad — you’ll get slapped and dragged
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| You’ll get tagged and bagged
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| Raise that hand get nabbed
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| Your mandem will all hold jabs
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| Don’t try flex on man, I’ll suplex your nan
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| Come on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Manaman , by - Blay Vision. Song from the album Turner Avenue, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп