Lyrics Manolo - Trip Lee, Lecrae

Manolo

Yessir
Yeah we get 'em
Why we do it?
Why we do it?
I do it for the turn up
Got that ammo locked and loaded
I ain’t talking about no burner
Flip a page, I’ll explode it
Got a cabin in Manolo (nolo)
Manolo (nolo) Manolo (nolo) Manolo
Manolo (nolo) Manolo (nolo) Manolo
Got a cabin in Manolo
Trying to tell them boys I never leave the crib alone
'Cause I keep one in my car and I got two at home
They different kinds, but they do the same game
Double edge, double barrel, bang bang yessir
I’m out here facing dragons, I ain’t out my mind
(bang bang)
They coming for my soul, so it’s bout that time
(bang bang)
Them lies they trying to kill me, if you don’t believe me
I don’t care, I don’t care, I can’t take it easy
I’m flipping a page
I’m trigger-happy a clip and a gauge
Clicking it, hitting the stage
Hit you with truth, it’s in every phrase
He cut me deep I’m diving in, I’m diving in
When I ride I got that fire fire come alive again
That’s right (
When I ride I got to)
Come alive again
You know we got it
Come alive again, uh huh
Manolo mayne
When I ride
I do it for the turn up
Got that ammo locked and loaded
I ain’t talking about no burner
Flip a page, I’ll explode it
Got a cabin in Manolo (nolo)
Manolo (nolo) Manolo (nolo) Manolo
Got a cabin in Manolo (nolo)
Manolo (nolo) Manolo (nolo) Manolo
Got a cabin in Manolo
Manolo Manolo, I’m out here going postal
My partners think I lost it, my mama think I’m loco
I keep my shooter close though, you know it’s fully automatic
Shoot you straight, man that truth’ll do you plenty damage
I got enemies I can’t see them all but they lurking
I flip that page on them my trigger finger stay working
(pop, pop, pop)
I got plenty ammo, got old and new they both testify
My Lord
And ain’t nobody playing with you, gone mess around and come test the fire
And I ain’t gotta say no more
I’m 'a click click bang and the thing gon' blow
Red letters like a red dot on your dome
Yap yap yap yap yap, all yall gone
With a dash on the backseat, that’s me with a clip full of black ink
I’m 'a hit y’all with it 'til I split y’all with it
Man down man down had a bad week
Bad week
Man down man down
Man down man down
I had a bad week
Man down man down
Man down man down
I had a bad week
I do it for the turn up
Got that ammo locked and loaded
I ain’t talking about no burner
Flip a page, I’ll explode it
Got a cabin in Manolo (nolo)
Manolo (nolo) Manolo (nolo) Manolo
Got a cabin in Manolo (nolo)
Manolo (nolo) Manolo (nolo) Manolo
Got a cabin in Manolo
I be a sheep, I’m a dummy
Sometimes it ain’t even funny
Them lies are sicker than poison
While the truth that is sweeter than honey
And we know that he got us
He is with us can’t block us, Ibaka
When them lies try to lock us
His word is my weapon
It’s going «baracka!»
I do it for the turn up
Got that ammo locked and loaded
I ain’t talking about no burner
Flip a page, I’ll explode it
Got a cabin in Manolo