Lyrics Man Down - KirbLaGoop

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Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
Bands up, man down (Man down)
Why my bro watch my back? Cause the streets foul
Hands up, on the ground
Got the police knocking at your mama house (Knock, knock)
Bands up, man down (Man down)
Why my bro watch my back? Cause the streets foul
Hands up, on the ground (On the ground)
Got the police knocking at your mama house (Knock, knock)
Used to catch the bus to school
Now I'm catching neck from your lil' boo (Neck, neck, neck)
I just bought me some new shoes
Ed Hardy my jeans, this is not True (This is not True)
Shout out my bro KirbLaGoop
We 'bout the beef, but we sipping that fruit (That fruit)
I mixed the coke with the xan
Doing my dance on top of the moon (My dance)
Hol' up, wait, why is these niggas so fake? (So fake)
Back in the day they would hate
Now they tryna eat off of my plate (My plate)
You is funny little bitch
Got a model on my dick
(Got a model on my dick)
Wifing that ugly little bitch, ew, yuck, gross, sick
Bands up, man down (Man down)
Why my bro watch my back? Cause the streets foul
Hands up, on the ground
Got the police knocking at your mama house (Knock, knock)
Knock, knock, who's that?
Go through the back, better hide yo pack
You ain't getting it back, adios
Team mat 'cross the track, who gone ride who?
It's all on who? It's all on me
Ski mask professor, I ain't here to trick-or-treat
I got freaks to meet, hella hoes to geek
Make 'em run a scrip, write my grip, check the street
I don't trust a soul, nah
I don't trust a soul 'cause I know that they be telling
They gone snitch up in they folk
I ain't even post to be in here right now
I was supposed to be in penitentiary six feet underground