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67 - Them Man Lyrics

Them Man

Them man don't want smoke
Them man ain't got no poles
Them man ain't got no hoes
Them man ain't got no o's
Them man ain't hitting that trap
They on Youtube acting like hoes
Skeng in the four door truck
Everybody in black clothes
Them man don't want smoke
Them man ain't got no poles
Them man ain't got no hoes
Them man ain't got no o's
Them man ain't hitting that trap
They on Youtube acting like hoes
Skeng in the four door truck
Everybody in black clothes

Just link bro, 25 in his pole
No time for a ho, I'm sitting in the trap tryna make it all go
I ain't gotta whiz, I'm still on my ten toes
Cutting through the city in cabs
I done so much trips for this dough
Gun hot like a stove
Cause these shooters, they cold
I'll do it and run off my knife work is sweet
I'll shave man bold
Feds tryna stop me but ain't tryna stop I'm tryna go go go
Mad nights in the trap and I'm smelling kinda mad but I do it for the dough
I do it for the squad, I do it for the money
You do it for the hoes
I do it for the squad, I do it for the money
You do it for the hoes
I do it for the squad, I do it for the money
You do it for the hoes
Put your hands on my bro I'mma up that pole leave smoke coming out of your clothes
Free C Rose that's bro
They got him locked in the cell, I can't wait till he's home
I can't never go back broke, I'll take a mans ox and sell it in o's
Girls used to call me Q, now they call me brown and peng
My niggas said, do this music shit and we'll fire off all these skengs

Nothing ain't changed that big blade I still work with it
Fill the mac with luger shells then lurk with it
Any opp lacking, on the gang mans bursting him
Green light get fired up
Amnesia in a blue slim, all rasta buds
My knife work takes hella flesh and pints of blood
I be in a trap with two packs till it turns to cash
Me and bro, hitting stains there's no running back
M rolling round with that miz, there's 23 in that clip
You don't want him to empty it
My knife work is just sick
So it's ? you don't slip
I will turn Asap on your shit
And Scribz that's a smokes man
The 32 s what he grips
I'm low key off the strip
Miles away up in twiz
With that brown stuff in that whip
I need cash yeah I'm on that shit
I'll jerk food with my on sighters and slang it all on the strip
Being broke is a myth
Amm that I smoke is piff

Roll on your block with the semi cocked
That's M with the m filled to the top
I ain't playing no games make him diddy bop
Niggas get beat up now they be telling cops
They be telling cops
Put six in the spin then I let it off
Fuc*** with the opps make a ni*** drop
Got a nice brown ting she be giving slop
She's down on her knees she's bopping and fuc*** the team
I don't f*** with no beam I chase the man down and then I squeeze
OT tryna grab some peas
Team 67K, Imma grab on the 6 make him breeze
Don't f*** with the Hill, my niggas will Squeeze
My mileage high, I ride around for them neeks
On visit like trick or treat
Got birds on repeat, rolling high stacks so I trap off my feet

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