CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Many Men
Un, Un
Unotouchable
Killing spree
Running riot
Renegade
So many men wish they was in my position
War time, I move like a soldier dawg, I came from the trenches
I move grease and fried bacon dawg, I came for the biscuits
He ain't cut throat, he in a gang but he [?] for the tickets
Feel like I done told you so many times do you even hear me out when you listen
This Glock could turn on any man so watch your mouth with that b*t*hin
I'm fitted up with this fan I got designer decisions
I been sleepin with that heater like pajamas and linen
I bеat the block remind a n***a how his momma was killed, no trauma I spin him
And you know how this sh*t playout, it's onе way in and one way out
It's things about this sh*t that you won't ever understand
Take yo mouth off that titty boy go ahead be a man
I love my mommas [?] everyday I'm tryna see a grand
The block could sing acapella, but first I need them bands
I'm from the street, I ain't ever had sh*t, don't know how to treat the fans
I know how the bag work, flip money and use my f**kin hand
This plane don't f**kin land, keep guns you think I'm playin
I do sh*t the best and you just do sh*t how you can
We shoot sh*t like Iran
His b*t*h my highest fan
Try him if you stupid, burner give him the brightest tan
No you not the brightest man, so try to live righteous man
They try to try it, pull out that trip, bet the won't try again
So many men wish they was in my position
War time, I move like a soldier dawg, I came from the trenches
I move grease and fried bacon dawg, I came for the biscuits
He ain't cut throat, he in a gang but he [?] for the tickets
Feel like I done told you so many times do you even hear me out when you listen
Overkill
Killing spree
Unotouchable
Killing spree
Running riot
Renegade
So many men wish they was in my position
War time, I move like a soldier dawg, I came from the trenches
I move grease and fried bacon dawg, I came for the biscuits
He ain't cut throat, he in a gang but he [?] for the tickets
Feel like I done told you so many times do you even hear me out when you listen
This Glock could turn on any man so watch your mouth with that b*t*hin
I'm fitted up with this fan I got designer decisions
I been sleepin with that heater like pajamas and linen
I bеat the block remind a n***a how his momma was killed, no trauma I spin him
And you know how this sh*t playout, it's onе way in and one way out
It's things about this sh*t that you won't ever understand
Take yo mouth off that titty boy go ahead be a man
I love my mommas [?] everyday I'm tryna see a grand
The block could sing acapella, but first I need them bands
I'm from the street, I ain't ever had sh*t, don't know how to treat the fans
I know how the bag work, flip money and use my f**kin hand
This plane don't f**kin land, keep guns you think I'm playin
I do sh*t the best and you just do sh*t how you can
We shoot sh*t like Iran
His b*t*h my highest fan
Try him if you stupid, burner give him the brightest tan
No you not the brightest man, so try to live righteous man
They try to try it, pull out that trip, bet the won't try again
So many men wish they was in my position
War time, I move like a soldier dawg, I came from the trenches
I move grease and fried bacon dawg, I came for the biscuits
He ain't cut throat, he in a gang but he [?] for the tickets
Feel like I done told you so many times do you even hear me out when you listen
Overkill
Killing spree
