Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manaman, artist - Blay Vision. Album song Turner Avenue, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blay Vision
Song language: English
Manaman |
| I’m not gonna lie, if you ain’t sick then you won’t get a verse |
| Sending for Blay only get man burst |
| Get man hurt, man don’t learn |
| Man get boxed up, jaw get turnt |
| Bredrins splurt, quickest scram |
| Totally dang, shoes got left |
| Man hit prams, fam understand |
| I’ll make your wifey plug food when we leave 'Dam |
| You’re not the man, dickheads rate your gang |
| Raising your voice but no one’s prang |
| Raising your voice but, no one cares |
| You’ll get weighed left gasping air |
| There’s not one MC here I fear |
| Man get bun any time any year |
| Any time any year man get bun |
| Man can’t diss me or my mum |
| For that right there man buss their gun |
| For that right there shotgun get pumped |
| Jaw get myth, leave man slumped |
| Violate terms, shells will dumped |
| I don’t really care what 'dem man are on |
| What 'dem man are on will always get slumped |
| 'Dem man there ain’t handling bread |
| 'Dem man talk about whipping up crack but don’t know how many grams in a Z |
| If I gave my man a half of B, he would OD 'cause life got tense |
| Swerve them man treat man like Fed |
| Man can’t badmind me and bread |
| Mutual friend might open his head |
| Might open his head in front of the marj |
| My man’s nan might get a likkle barge |
| Tings get mad when man wanna tark |
| Man don’t bark, man i come to the yard |
| Dunno why you wanna flex all hard |
| Last time that I said that man got parred |
| Take a man’s wifey and go to Shard |
| Make that pay on your savings card |
| G-check me get sent to the morgue |
| Man is on form, it won’t be bless like Sunday morn |
| Your folks will hate me for the son they mourn |
| I’ve never cared what anyone thought |
| Man try stab me when I was 15 so I didn’t care when his limbs got torn |
| So I didn’t care when the yute got bored, it’s a madting |
| Harm my fam get left in the way, so much leg to the face |
| So much head to the pave, so much stress for your bae |
| Things weren’t left for your day, it’s cray |
| Nah fuck that come again, it’s Blay |
| Flows too gone, evidence is bait |
| Leave in enemies in intensive states |
| All 'cause man wanna to dwell pon hate |
| 'Cah I punched man up for less |
| I punched man up for less than that |
| Man wanna come invest in chat |
| No, protect your chest and back |
| Came in the room on a rude boy ting |
| Now man are searching for teeth and manners |
| These likkle yutes ain’t beating hammers |
| You’re not bad — you’ll get slapped and dragged |
| You’ll get tagged and bagged |
| Raise that hand get nabbed |
| Your mandem will all hold jabs |
| Don’t try flex on man, I’ll suplex your nan |
| Come on |