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Man of My Word
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Lil Baby & Lil Durk
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[Lil Durk] You don't know what it took (IRoccOnTheBeat) (Nile, I hear you) (You made this shit, Pharaoh) [Lil Durk] How she acting funny? I bought her her titties Nigga she be f*cking ain't none of my business Upping my pole, that's a part of my fitness Don't matter where I'm at, bitch, I'm known for the trenches We the first niggas put drums in the city We robbed the niggas, put drugs in the city f*ck where you from 'cause I know that you with it Check on his ass, I'ma handle my business Trust you another, f*ck you more than once And you gotta be a killer just to hang with us If you talking about murders then I'm hanging up Run up on 'em, baow, ain't no onе-on-one I got the money, so who I'm running from? I got a lawyеr that cost a honey bun Before I buy p*ssy, I buy a hundred guns Judge told me a nigga died with my gun Twenty ten, Reese stay in Ralph Lauren Died close, feel like you died in my arms Reinstated, they denied my bond A nigga play with Smurk, you're not that smart Sucked it twice, and I'm still not hard Niggas cry out loud when they getting shot That nigga word don't stand on my block f*ck what you heard, I'm the man of my block Stop playing, bitch, I'm Smurk Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch I got your Uber, I kept my word She freak, acting like she a nerd No shirt when I'm off this Perc' They slide every time we hurt Lost bro, I know it hurt We gon' catch him first [Lil Baby] Yeah, we run the game, now them boys gotta sit out After I hit, tell her, "Meh," make her get out Hundred mill' coming, I still ain't gon' chill out I'm really dead, I'ma show how I get down Hard on a bitch, man, I should've been pimping Hard in these streets, the majority with me He can't be serious, you gotta be kidding me I'm really laughing, these lil' niggas tempting me I get offended when niggas say, "Tap in" I bought lil' bro 'nem Celine just to trap in I got more clothes in my closet than Saks Fifth I watched JB make a deuce do a backflip I know you really don't know, you just act hip I done took off for real, now how that feel? Bro ain't never gon' change, I know that's real Just run out of here, straight to the backfield I sleep good every night, now I'm happy "How you go where you go?" I'm a trapper for real "How you know what you know?" I adapted for real We too rich with the feds, we put shit in the mail My lifestyle expensive, this shit high as hell Lil' bro tryna score, so I gave him a lay up I gotta go somewhere, no I can't lay up Bitch, stop playing, you better not tell Stop playing, bitch, I'm Smurk Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch I got your Uber, I kept my word She freak, acting like she a nerd No shirt when I'm off this Perc' They slide every time we hurt Lost bro, I know it hurt We gon' catch him first
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