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"Mans"

[Intro]
Aye, b*tch
Yeah, yeah
Aye, come and get your mans
Hoe
b*tch, come and get your mans
Aye, aye, aye
Mans-mans-mans-mans

[Chorus]
Aye, come and get your mans
I got this AK I might just pop him like a xan
My bust down is shining hard, got diamonds on my hands (aye)
When I started get paid, I fell in love with Benjamins
That boy, he a dork ass n*gga, he cannot pretend
I just f*cked his b*tch, give no f*cks, I might f*ck again
When I'm in L.A. I smoke the best, it's out the can
Walk ‘round with this drum on me, feel like I'm in a band

[Verse]
Shoot him in the back of the head, shots come out his chin, aye
Double cup with Hi-Tech in it, I don't sip the gin
I don't want you sl*tty b*tch, I just want your friend
Lil' boy talkin' hella sh*t, but he won't talk again

[Chorus]
Aye, come and get your mans
I got this AK I might just pop him like a xan
My bust down is shining hard, got diamonds on my hands (aye)
When I started get paid I fell in love with Benjamins
That boy, he a dork ass n*gga, he cannot pretend
I just f*cked his b*tch, give no f*cks, I might f*ck again
When I'm in L.A. I smoke the best, it's out the can
Walk ‘round with this drum on me, feel like I'm in a band

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