Correction Lyrics Moana Pt. 2 by YungManny

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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Used to the dip like I'm Melo, yeah
And I keep that stick, b*t*h, yeah
Huh, uh, Hey Manny, uh, uh, uh

See you talkin' 'bout, uh, slide
Ridin' 'round town, tryna send my opposites to die
One-two pop 'em, n***as imposters
I took a year off, but I'm still the hottest
Feds on my d**k, tryin'
b*t*h know I'm readin', I'm readin', I'm readin' the option
Creep in the bushes, I feel like some pollen
Watch how I shoot, score, Harden
Yeah, slime, we really livin' these rhymes
What you gon' do if that bullet don't fire?
Transform the Glock, feel like Optimus Prime
PNC Bank, b*t*h, I'm bustin', one more time
PNC Bank, b*t*h, I'm bustin' the swipe
Moana, Pt. 2, got the water, no Sprite
The opps in the function, that sh*t get me hype
Damn, I'm 'bout to catch a new body
One man move, I committed a homi'
Wake up, I pour a four into my coffee
Good gas, I'm in a hotbox smokin' on, uh
Ayy, take that sh*t out, I was coughin'
Bro in a box, I ain't talkin' 'bout RT
I shot my neighbor, that b*t*h was a Nazi
Put the b*t*h on TV like a double-ARP
Commercial
That sh*t ain't no zaz', it's purple
f**kin' knew what that b*t*h wanna get in the bed
But I can't give her my address
Young Thug, I had my gun in my b*t*h dress
Beat up the pack with a right, then a strong left
Glock on my side, I ain't talkin' no armrest
Kidnapped his brother, I'm takin' his mom next
Broad day, I spinned the block and hit all net
I might put five in his back, Kevin Garnett
7-Eleven, my cup filled with Wockhardt
Smokin' on Pop-Tart, 40 go bah-bah
Skinny b*t*h, hit from the back and it's rock hard
7.62s make his ass do the cha-cha
I know the house, just keep goin', it's not far
Hah, and we really uppin' the score (Uppin' the score)
Racks out, I'm 'bout to buy the whole store (Buy the whole store)
We doubled back 'cause I had to get more (Had to get more)
Damn, can't believe I put my trust in a b*t*h
Click time, put my trust in the stick
It's fourth down, put this football game on the line
Can't think about puntin' that sh*t
Treadmill how I'm runnin' this sh*t
Spy Kids, put my thumb in your b*t*h
These n***as ain't makin' no money like Mitch
Everybody can't score, gotta get the assist
I ride a Benz with my three cousins
Rockstar, thirty-four, b*t*hes, it's three of 'em
Bahamas, I'm in a hammock with my feet up
Last n***a said I fell off got beat up
Family car, we gon' slide in the Kia
This ain't no movie, clip longer than Nia
All of that bread in that picture his re-up
My .223 shoot one direction like Liam
Toosie, baby, I slide in a Honda
Kel-Tec bake a n***a like lasagna
All-black, feel like the prince of Wakanda
b*t*h, I'm whippin' that, whippin' that, whippin' Madonna
I ain't Greek, but my b*t*h call me freak like Giannas
Sticks in the whip, I'm proceeding with caution
I'm off a K-56, got me nauseous
I'm still drippin' that water, ocean, Moana
Only exotic rolled up in the stu'
These n***as false, he ain't made of the truth
That n***a was Crip, he got shot out the blue
If I get on the beat, you know what I'ma do
Beethoven, I love to play with the keys
b*t*h, it's seven for a verse, I ain't talkin' for free
If a n***a try touch my chain, I'ma leave
This the hottest sh*t out 'til Moana, Pt. 3

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