Man Up Lyrics
The song Man Up is performed by Trillville .
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You don't wanna do dat
You don't wanna do dat
You don't wanna do dat
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Now eve'body wanna f**kin' have they own label
Wouldn't on the first shit to bring to the table
They in they own fantasy somethin' like a fable
Handicap situations all disabled
I shut 'em down, like a computer
'Cause ain't nobody f**kin' wit the super producer
Coreleone, Trill town representatives
f**k Don P Man some of y'all too sensitive
But ya right, f**k me
But ain't 'nam day you gon' touch me
Talkin' 'bout, Don P, why you buckin'?
Man you need to chill out get to the money
I already got it and I'ma Trill nigga
I handle all my problems besides
I'm all about respectin'
I'ma man, before anybody checkin'
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
What you starin' at? This ain't no free show
You gon' make me cock back, hit ya a*s in the door
You don't wanna do dat, hear dem thangs clit-clak
Goes in ya through the front, comes out through the back
Come and make my night, love to talk but hate to fight
Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it don't go away ova night
Man up motherf**ker man up
I told you once before motherf**ker stand up
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Now if you niggaz keep playin', you gon' make a nigga tear a hole
Right through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo' soul
You don't wanna do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all dat shit nigga and I'ma hit you wit da gack
Seventeen times out da barrel on my .45
Four plus five equals nine goin' through yo spine
Sit yo a*s down hoe, make a move you gotta go
Erase you off da map and beat yo a*s at yo own show
Ain't playin' no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit
Throwin' up my middle finger, grabbin' on my own d**k
Niggaz thank they slick take yo pick, which one you want?
Bullets flyin' through yo house or goin' straight through yo door
Make yo a*s choke wit different strokes of my hand movements
Say dat your a G, in these streets, man you gotta prove in
Next, time I see you talkin' talkin' shit
I'ma rearrange yo mouth and put yo a*s in a ditch, bitch
All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
Man up motherf**ker, man up
You don't wanna do dat
You don't wanna do dat
You don't wanna do dat
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