| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Got white, mollies, santans, strapped like the Taliban
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| Nigga I’m the man with the plan
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| Whip with the left, holding the strap with my right hand
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| Money like Jews, diamonds, they African
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| My etiquette fabulous, dab like I’m Cam
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| Jump in the Beem and skurt off in the Lamb
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Trap shit, nigga, turned it into a hundred bands
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| When the brick land, bust it down, send him a grand
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| Fucking with the plug, I ran up them bands
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| Nigga, you ran, huh?
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Crumbs on my plate, Drake, Started From the Bottom
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| Come from a hood with the dealers and robbers
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| Dirty AK, you don’t want no problem
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| .38 had the shell case, how they gon' solve it?
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| Momma put it on layaway at the Target
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| Broke as fuck, we gonna get it regardless
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| Being poor made a young nigga heartless
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| Fuck it, nigga, started trapping and robbing
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| Now I pick the pinky spikes with the red on the bottom
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| So many shooters gon' shoot you when they see, bet you they ain’t gonna know
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| who shot them
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| Big heart, nigga, master Féraud
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| Never work, but I’m working hard
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| All cash, no bank, no debit card
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| My hood like the Park Place and Boardwalk
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| I’m the man with the plan with the pot and the fork
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| Get the brick from Maine, going shopping in New York
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| The hood hot, go and trap out the lofts
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| Chanel sneakers, gotta watch how you walk
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| I don’t smoke Newports, I don’t take shots
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| Plug too arrogant, I had to take him off
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| Man with the plan, hit him with the triple cross
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| They trapping backwards, Kris Kross
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| I just spent a quarter million just drinking raw
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| MONY, POWR, cut your lights off
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| It smells like dope, need some Lysol
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| I’m smoking that Michael Jackson, moonwalk
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| Sticks long like the light pole
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| You are scared to come outside at the door
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| Trapped out the porch, I made trapping a sport
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| Pablo Picasso, look at my art
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Got white, mollies, santans, strapped like the Taliban
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| Nigga I’m the man with the plan
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| Whip with the left, holding the strap with my right hand
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| Money like Jews, diamonds, they African
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| My etiquette fabulous, dab like I’m Cam
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| Jump in the Beem and skurt off in the Lamb
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Trap shit, nigga, turned it into a hundred bands
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| When the brick land, bust it down, send him a grand
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| Fucking with the plug, I ran up them bands
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| Nigga, you ran, huh?
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Copped me a Xan, but I’m still up
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| Construction worker bought a pickup truck
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| Ten pints of Hi-Tech sealed up
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| Chop up the bricks like nip tuck
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| Everybody trapping got something
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| Saint Lou got the weed, KT got the dust
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| Pe$o on the way right now with the mid truck
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| Mo got the hard, but your knee gotta have a dub
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| Watch out for bustas when in the cut
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| Mova pulled over with two pints just to pour it up
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| My PDE niggas, they ready to shoot it up
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| Free Tito, fucked me up when they locked him up
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| Collo gon' give you prescription like doctors
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| Called up Diego to bring me them choppers
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| Fuck that rap shit, man, I keep one cocked in
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| Got bricks in the mail, come from Austin
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| Style ain’t free, nigga, fuck the pen
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| Louie head to toe like a mannequin
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| Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred, me and B Rock gambling
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| MOB served a nigga right out the Counter Inn
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| Fucked up a four like a fifth of Hen
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| Had to kick in the door, they ain’t let me in
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| Shark in the water, know how to swim
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| Got the white boy jumping over the rim
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| Plug with a tree, call it Timberland
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| I ain’t buying shit unless you got ten
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| Got a plug, look like Jeremy Lin
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| MONY POWR RSPT the family, fuck a friend
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| Got a Master P AD in smuggling
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| The cookie and OG, I’m juggling
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| The pack just touched down, got a Super Bowl ring
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Got white, mollies, santans, strapped like the Taliban
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| Nigga I’m the man with the plan
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| Whip with the left, holding the strap with my right hand
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| Money like Jews, diamonds, they African
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| My etiquette fabulous, dab like I’m Cam
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| Jump in the Beem and skurt off in the Lamb
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Trap shit, nigga, turned it into a hundred bands
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| When the brick land, bust it down, send him a grand
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| Fucking with the plug, I ran up them bands
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| Nigga, you ran, huh?
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan
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| Nigga, I’m the man with the plan |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Man wit da Plan, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Album song Designer Drugz 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп