Correction Paroles FACESHOT (Many Men Freestyle) par Lil Tjay

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Grrt, boom, boom, boom
Look, y'all n***as–
Y'all n***as done f**ked up man
I don't really got too much to say though, you know I'm sayin' like
Took 7, man (Stay cool for what? I'm confused)
Y'all n***as know I got the city and
I'm not really a politicker though, like, but, feel me
You gotta feel me
Suck my d**k

Youngest in charge, king of my city
I'm the richest to ever do it after Hov', Fif' and Diddy
New York, I'm like the motherf**kin' co-founder
Love the feelin', they won't blow up, they can't go around ya'
N***as mad, thought they had a reason to be glad
Can't come out, I just really sit down, chill, and laugh
They like, "What's the beef?" I be like, "Lets not recite the past"
'Cause that's gon' makе it even hotter, oncе we get back on they– (You know)
Like what? Mr. Manny steady talkin' like he tough
Caught his a**, ain't have no pole, and he went skippin' off the dust
Type of guy, try to take sum' from me, boy, you high
And I ain't sayin' he the suspect but lil' homie out of eye
Old streets rules apply, I got hit, ain't wonder why
All prior, all I know is when they see me, it's goodbye
I know many men, out there wanna get me, tell 'em "Bend again"
Never on no scary sh*t, not afraid like Eminem
Singin' n***a, but you sleep on me that be your flaw
Lettin' me live, that was stupid, must think one plus two is four
I'm just buildin' up accord, d**k suckers, I ignore
Upped it first, but still ain't kill me, I would've shot you in your jaw
I know many men, wished death upon me
Yeah, I got the guys but I shoot doley
Face shots for the next and last run-up and see
And if you don't believe me, ask them
Many men, many-many-many-many men
Think 'cause I sing that I won't pack your a**
Faceshot, I'll blast your a**, f**k mercy, no need

I know 50 might not share this, 'cause he f**k with the opps
Just pray he don't take it down, the moment it drop
I ain't get this sh*t clear, but it's clear that only one n***a gon' be here to survive all the comin' years
That's a music threat, lil' n***a, don't be scared
Sippin' Branson right now, yeah, this sh*t got me lit
I know they like, "How after seven that boy come back so quick?"
Well, you don't know, the doctors don't, and I don't know neither
But just for that, I can't give hatin' n***as no breather
Straight off the top, go to the block, and tell 'em who wanna rich
Bet with a .30 I could get your a** shot more than Nicki
But I'ma double up, let me shut the f**k up off this double cup
I know you got bubble guts, but no purpose to huddle up
Sh*t crazy, I was gon' speak, but then not
They thought, lil' homie, I got swollen from a fight on the rock
Yeah, I know, this ain't that, lil' n***as got popped
And just for him, I had to remix this and call it "FACESHOT"
Many men, wished death upon me
Yeah, I got the guys but I shoot doley
Face shots for the next and last run-up and see
And if you don't believe me, ask them
Many men, many-many-many-many men
Think 'cause I sing that I won't pack your a**
Faceshot, I'll blast your a**, f**k mercy, no need

Ayo, you heard though?
Look, listen real quick and sh*t, you know what I'm sayin' like
NJPD got my chains, you know what I'm sayin'
They took 'em off of my neck when I was, you know what I'm sayin'
Goin' through my lil' situation and sh*t
I'on know why would y'all try some dumba** sh*t like that you-
Suck my d**k

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