Man-Ager (feat. Killah Priest & Gudda Almighty)

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Rumple O'malley

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Throw it, roll it, I squeeze and hold it
She reveal it, then walk on ceilings
Bust it down, knew all the feelin'
Open it wide, come and get it
Work that pole, twerk some more
Throw some dough, fast and slow
She go low, them cheeks on go
Ass on swole
I play my role
Lap dance, then she rockin' to a Handstand
Went from throwing Jeffersons to throwing Grants
It's a blessing, she's so advanced
Went from throwing Jeffersons to throwing Grants
Hand in my pants to one more chance
Here we go
Yeah, yeah, yo
She's a man-ager
Not a manager
Can't date her
Hands haters
Their ass with a grass chaser
Is that a shot?
Not at all, that's mad flavor
Cause I got her math
She got a bath
Now we add paper
About her bread in general
The bag major
The man that has step
Baby, calling me dad later
Mad stable
Thoroughbred at a bad label
Horsepower out of the box
spin the block like a black dreidel
Act stable
Mosh pit with the mad ragers
Love my moms
Its too bad that my dad hate her
How the hell I got made?
Ask later
People wanna work in the future
But they just past haters
Ain't that crazy?
Will Robinson
That's danger
So nostalgic
Going off like my dad's pager
No Jedi or Sith,
Get hit with the black saber
And I make her give me sugar
Like I'm a fat neighbor
Soundin' like that new flave
Just ask Flava
Rhymin' like that new wave
I Mac Dre'd her
You a star now
So I discover space
And when I get there
I make sure that I smash craters
Damn right,
I'm higher than a bitch
So I'm flyin' with the Eagles
Damn right,
They ain't fuckin' with your boy
No sequel
Y'all boy better watch your mouth
Or I'm outside your house
With the four-five ready to drown Em out
Hold up
I'm the motherfuckin' chemist
I be smokin' on that Cali
I be high as f*ck, dig it
She wanna f*ck with me
Say she from McKinley
She talkin' bout she wanna get money, Digits
I wanna f*ck her in the face and the Kidneys
Niggas ain't fuckin' with Gudda
Damn right, I'm gifted
F*ck around
You can get the hundred round
I'm a motherfuckin' dog
Let me lay a nigga down, alright
Hold up
Let me get back on my other shit Niggas say he won't smoke
Nigga, he can get it, bitch
I be smokin' on that gas high as f*ck
Nigga I'm up on good shit
These women knowin' I'm sick of Games
With my chick We like Dick and Jane
Lotta heart but a dick for brains
Rappers shoppin' for missing game
At the market
They shit the same
Hittin' target
Don't mention name
Hat trick So pick a name
Out of magic
Well, here's the thing
In the city
I'm Bruce Wayne
Call me batshit
Racks likes to stalactite
Livin' up to them racks Bitch
Money makin' the world spin
Little lean on my axis,
Codeine on my black lips
Acid on them black strips
Yeah Talkin' about a mattress
Mention a backflip
Can't sleep worth a f*ck
When you keepin' it Stack Filled
Homerunnin' a pussy
Get the f*ck out the backfield
Just get the f*ck out the backfield
Mama made change out my $2 ass
So gettin' paid more than my worth
Nigga, who gotta laugh
Only used to dirty lies
Cause the truth gotta bath
Don't be watchin' how I move
I promise you got a path
What if the good die young
Before they got too sad? Why?
We only livin' long enough to be the Bad guy
My tolerance is low
So at work I'm mad high
Anime lo-fi
Action figure like Bandai
Six feet from me
Sanitize my hands dry Bulls on parade
All these bands that I ran by
Rage against the machine
Man made for stand-by
Part-time opposition
Whole time she's anti

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