Man Down Lyrics by Skilla Baby
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n***** always playing with that water till they drown.
Every time I go out town, man down
They say I did that but I was not around.
Caught a bullet to the head.
Now he on the ground.
How the fuck these n***** think they about to beef with me?
[?] with the tinted window, they ain’t seen a thing
They really think I’m just a rapper. They don’t think I’m thuggin’
Two hundred shots on me every day. Pop his ass in public
I call my four five Denver hit him in a nugget.
We seen a hook when we pull up Meek like fuck it.
My n**** rob, that’s his hustle.
I never judge him.
I know I could lose it all.
I seen the richest n**** fumble
came along fucking way from down on my knuckles
million dollars in my bank account. Ain’t gonna take it out.
Coulda went to safer route. But I went to paper out
my little n****, he demon, he’ll knock angel out.
N***** always playing with that water till they drown.
Every time I go out town, man down <laugh>.
They said I did that but I was not around.
You caught a bullet to the head. Now you on the ground.
How the fuck these n***** think they about to beef with me?
[?] with the tinted window, they ain’t seen a thing
They really think I’m just a rapper. They don’t think I’m thuggin’
Two hundred shots on me every day. Pop his ass in public
I’m in truth throwing money.
I got slew with me.
I make everybody pick that side.
Him or me.
Everybody cappin’ in the city shit be killing me.
I don’t go to sleep. Nightmares of n***** killing me.
I think I hit her friends.
She say she ain’t feeling me.
Baby I just want some pussy.
It ain’t hard to deal with me.
Put some money on his head but they’ll kill for free
Please pop him in the head when he dead, send that bill to me
[i hope these n***** drown]
I got shot still having ptsd.
Little J-Lo on the phone trying to stress me
When my shirt off, baby say I’m sexy.
N***** always playing with that water till they drown.
Every time I go out town, man down <laugh>.
They said I did that but I was not around.
You caught a bullet to the head. Now you on the ground.
How the fuck these n***** think they about to beef with me?
[?] with the tinted window, they ain’t seen a thing
They really think I’m just a rapper. They don’t think I’m thuggin’
Two hundred shots on me every day. Pop his ass in public