I'm tired of talking now, bitch, let me up a rack
I make her pussy meow, she my pussy cat
Why you talking crazy, knowing you ain't like that
You can't run from these
They'll hit you in your back
I'm still a stand-up nigga
I'm recording sitting down
Just give me certificate, bitch
I don't want no cap n gown
I'm pushing P right now
Damn, near pimpin pounds
Money counter...
Neighbours like keep it down
I'm harder than my music, my bitch strippin' on my phone
Thinking about my legacy
If I die, just drop my songs
She want me do right, glad I ain't left, scared I'll do her wrong
If I had to describe him as a game, he's talking tom
I'm opening packs like pro clubs
In the AMG, bro doing donuts
I was f*cked up, I was eating cold cuts
Stop bellin' my phone, tryna focus
Don't mention my name, you don't know us
They been dick riding, I ain't even blow up
I put that shit on from my toe up
Intermission, that's when I po' up
Bougie bitches n' the ratchet, hoes love me
Don't ask me what's my type
You know it's slutty
I go and get the cheese
I'm talking money
Baby, why we texting
Just come and f*ck me
Hoes know I'm trim like when I go to JTD
Do your research on how I get chicken
I'm just like KFC
All black whips when we pull up
It's just like slavery
I feel like Lil Mosey
The hoes notice me
Even if I couldn't read
I would still write poetry
I always push the limits, broke my scale tryna weigh a B
It's grams, I ain't sold, and paper, I ain't touch,
How the f*ck I'm supposed to sleep
How the f*ck I'm supposed to sleep nigga
You know I wake up, pop a X
Bitch, I'm stepping on they neck
A thousand for a shoe, I just bought it for the name
Reason she fell off, E the first is for the blame
I do drugs in public, nigga
I ain't got no shame
I'm driving 160
Got your bitch with me
I get a bitch to get your addy
I ain't dissing
Yeah, I talk to my bins,
They're my new best friends
I mix Molly with a X
And I put it in the red, yeah
I ain't going to sleep if my phone ain't made no bread
I don't want your pussy, baby
I just want your head, yeah
Nigga, you a fan, like when it's hot in the house
You ain't out here getting money
You playing games on the couch
Came out the bank, 20 ball, feel like Delli Alli
Everything I do, I think about you
Long live Danny
I hang around drug dealers, crash out and scammers
Money spread on a homeless man
I ain't got no manners
EMthe1st - No Manners (feat. Lil Vini) Lyrics
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I'm tired of talking now, bitch, let me up a rack
I make her pussy meow, she my pussy cat
Why you talking crazy, knowing you ain't like that
You can't run from these
They'll hit you in your back
I'm still a stand-up nigga
I'm recording sitting down
Just give me certificate, bitch
I don't want no cap n gown
I'm pushing P right now
Damn, near pimpin pounds
Money counter...
Neighbours like keep it down
I'm harder than my music, my bitch strippin' on my phone
Thinking about my legacy
If I die, just drop my songs
She want me do right, glad I ain't left, scared I'll do her wrong
If I had to describe him as a game, he's talking tom
I'm opening packs like pro clubs
In the AMG, bro doing donuts
I was f*cked up, I was eating cold cuts
Stop bellin' my phone, tryna focus
Don't mention my name, you don't know us
They been dick riding, I ain't even blow up
I put that shit on from my toe up
Intermission, that's when I po' up
Bougie bitches n' the ratchet, hoes love me
Don't ask me what's my type
You know it's slutty
I go and get the cheese
I'm talking money
Baby, why we texting
Just come and f*ck me
Hoes know I'm trim like when I go to JTD
Do your research on how I get chicken
I'm just like KFC
All black whips when we pull up
It's just like slavery
I feel like Lil Mosey
The hoes notice me
Even if I couldn't read
I would still write poetry
I always push the limits, broke my scale tryna weigh a B
It's grams, I ain't sold, and paper, I ain't touch,
How the f*ck I'm supposed to sleep
How the f*ck I'm supposed to sleep nigga
You know I wake up, pop a X
Bitch, I'm stepping on they neck
A thousand for a shoe, I just bought it for the name
Reason she fell off, E the first is for the blame
I do drugs in public, nigga
I ain't got no shame
I'm driving 160
Got your bitch with me
I get a bitch to get your addy
I ain't dissing
Yeah, I talk to my bins,
They're my new best friends
I mix Molly with a X
And I put it in the red, yeah
I ain't going to sleep if my phone ain't made no bread
I don't want your pussy, baby
I just want your head, yeah
Nigga, you a fan, like when it's hot in the house
You ain't out here getting money
You playing games on the couch
Came out the bank, 20 ball, feel like Delli Alli
Everything I do, I think about you
Long live Danny
I hang around drug dealers, crash out and scammers
Money spread on a homeless man
I ain't got no manners
I make her pussy meow, she my pussy cat
Why you talking crazy, knowing you ain't like that
You can't run from these
They'll hit you in your back
I'm still a stand-up nigga
I'm recording sitting down
Just give me certificate, bitch
I don't want no cap n gown
I'm pushing P right now
Damn, near pimpin pounds
Money counter...
Neighbours like keep it down
I'm harder than my music, my bitch strippin' on my phone
Thinking about my legacy
If I die, just drop my songs
She want me do right, glad I ain't left, scared I'll do her wrong
If I had to describe him as a game, he's talking tom
I'm opening packs like pro clubs
In the AMG, bro doing donuts
I was f*cked up, I was eating cold cuts
Stop bellin' my phone, tryna focus
Don't mention my name, you don't know us
They been dick riding, I ain't even blow up
I put that shit on from my toe up
Intermission, that's when I po' up
Bougie bitches n' the ratchet, hoes love me
Don't ask me what's my type
You know it's slutty
I go and get the cheese
I'm talking money
Baby, why we texting
Just come and f*ck me
Hoes know I'm trim like when I go to JTD
Do your research on how I get chicken
I'm just like KFC
All black whips when we pull up
It's just like slavery
I feel like Lil Mosey
The hoes notice me
Even if I couldn't read
I would still write poetry
I always push the limits, broke my scale tryna weigh a B
It's grams, I ain't sold, and paper, I ain't touch,
How the f*ck I'm supposed to sleep
How the f*ck I'm supposed to sleep nigga
You know I wake up, pop a X
Bitch, I'm stepping on they neck
A thousand for a shoe, I just bought it for the name
Reason she fell off, E the first is for the blame
I do drugs in public, nigga
I ain't got no shame
I'm driving 160
Got your bitch with me
I get a bitch to get your addy
I ain't dissing
Yeah, I talk to my bins,
They're my new best friends
I mix Molly with a X
And I put it in the red, yeah
I ain't going to sleep if my phone ain't made no bread
I don't want your pussy, baby
I just want your head, yeah
Nigga, you a fan, like when it's hot in the house
You ain't out here getting money
You playing games on the couch
Came out the bank, 20 ball, feel like Delli Alli
Everything I do, I think about you
Long live Danny
I hang around drug dealers, crash out and scammers
Money spread on a homeless man
I ain't got no manners
Writer: Vincent Darrell, Narc Olla
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid