Im the Man lyrics

by

NWM Cee Murdaa


[Intro]
I got OT on my b*tch so b*tch you know we crankin` up

[Chorus]

b*tch I ran it up and you already know that`s facts
Remember walkin` to the store, finesse my way into some snacks
Remember pickin` up some sh*t, my mama told me put it back
But I stop pickin` up them snacks and started pickin` up my slime
Now I`m the man around my house and I`m the man around my town
Beware of fake lil` b*tch contagious heard that`s getting passed around
You were in love with a b*tch and I heard she gettin` passed around
Flat out that b*tch got in your back time fly you that n*gga now

[Verse 1]

Like a Frisbee what goes around you know it come back around
n*ggas goofy cuz you got money don`t mean you`re not a clown
n*ggas police cuz you snitchin` don`t mean I won`t gun you down
My brothers switch to duap don`t wan` fled the scene, stay around
Just to make sure that he dead and
Make sure he not comin` back
He was walkin` and I caught `em and I ain`t cut him no slack
He was workin`, now got a 6-pack to get hit with a mac
He tried to run did him like Bobby Son now he all this back
She sucked me after I bust sometimes I gotta push her back
They like Murdaa got some money now he don`t know how to act
b*tch I got money is the gun, b*tch I still know how to smack
Still throw my hands like I`m Rocky, b*tch I still know how to jag
[Chorus]

b*tch I ran it up and you already know that`s facts
Remember walkin` to the store, finesse my way into some snacks
Remember pickin` up some sh*t, my mama told me put it back
But I stop pickin` up them snacks and started pickin` up my slime
Now I`m the man around my house and I`m the man around my town
Beware of fake lil` b*tch contagious heard that`s getting passed around
You were in love with a b*tch and I heard she gettin` passed around
Flat out that b*tch got in your back time fly you that n*gga now

[Verse 2]
I was lost but now I`m found now I`m preformin`, surfin` crowds
I know I make [?] proud they like me bet they like me now
Feel like I`m fox b*tch wipe me down yo` b*tch want me to pipe her down
Heard n*ggas talkin` out they neck but silent when I come around
b*tch you supposed to be my dog, you talkin` down you breakin` laws
Told my boys when I get rich pack up you know I`m takin` y`all
I`m first, I ain`t racin` y`all like at the rock can`t take the ball
Most these hoes are fake, are false so they can go suck di*k and balls
I ain`t with this sh*t at all you must confusin` me with y`all
A n*gga diss me durin` the summer bet his ass won`t live to fall
Hit `em 3 times whatch him fall slid over him right in his jaw
Then asked `em what the diss and fall this my ni` you know I kill yours

[Chorus]
b*tch I ran it up and you already know that`s facts
Remember walkin` to the store, finesse my way into some snacks
Remember pickin` up some sh*t, my mama told me put it back
But I stop pickin` up them snacks and started pickin` up my slime
Now I`m the man around my house and I`m the man around my town
Beware of fake lil` b*tch contagious heard that`s getting passed around
You were in love with a b*tch and I heard she gettin` passed around
Flat out that b*tch got in your back time fly you that n*gga now
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