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I Don't Get It Video (MV)




Performed By: Manny Jackson
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Emmanuel Brascom




Manny Jackson - I Don't Get It Lyrics




Look
So you a shooter huh

So you a shooter huh
Man I know your type and you aint doing nothing
Thats your shorty she on my bro guess you aint doing nothing
Thought it was f*ck me why you stressing what I'm doing huh
And they still on dick we making progress guess I do enough
Got them tight I'm chillin they be mad mad
Told them listen close because when I spit it just be mad facts
Phone on DND no pickup if its not about my cash
Got them thinking how I do it first stop watching my bag
Like I don't get it
Chasing hoes but not the bag bro like I don't get it
Still bugging about the past bro like I don't get it
Mess wit one like like gang not on your ass bro like I don't get it
I don't get it

They don't get that
Aint like how I was moving had to switch and they aint get that
Did that bid thats why he stressing why because he can't get back
Claiming he want smoke cap he don't even smoke big packs
He ducking he sell shit bags
I don't get it
How a bitch turn to menace
Life a movie go and clip it
He just rapping aint really with it
Aint the type to stress a dollar because we go and get them
All my niggas solid if I can't I know my dog going to get em
I need big bags
Prices up for real road to riches i cant miss that
Flexing on his body that aint him thats just his bitch act
Really strictly business when we talk it aint no chit chat
They bugging I don't get

So you a shooter huh
Man I know your type and you aint doing nothing
Thats your shorty she on my bro guess you aint doing nothing
Thought it was f*ck me why you stressing what I'm doing huh
And they still on dick we making progress guess I do enough
Got them tight I'm chillin they be mad mad
Told them listen close because when I spit it just be mad facts
Phone on DND no pickup if its not about my cash
Got them thinking how I do it first stop watching my bag
Like I don't get it
Chasing hoes but not the bag bro like I don't get it
Still bugging about the past bro like I don't get it
Mess wit one like like gang not on your ass bro like I don't get it
I don't get it
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Look
So you a shooter huh

So you a shooter huh
Man I know your type and you aint doing nothing
Thats your shorty she on my bro guess you aint doing nothing
Thought it was f*ck me why you stressing what I'm doing huh
And they still on dick we making progress guess I do enough
Got them tight I'm chillin they be mad mad
Told them listen close because when I spit it just be mad facts
Phone on DND no pickup if its not about my cash
Got them thinking how I do it first stop watching my bag
Like I don't get it
Chasing hoes but not the bag bro like I don't get it
Still bugging about the past bro like I don't get it
Mess wit one like like gang not on your ass bro like I don't get it
I don't get it

They don't get that
Aint like how I was moving had to switch and they aint get that
Did that bid thats why he stressing why because he can't get back
Claiming he want smoke cap he don't even smoke big packs
He ducking he sell shit bags
I don't get it
How a bitch turn to menace
Life a movie go and clip it
He just rapping aint really with it
Aint the type to stress a dollar because we go and get them
All my niggas solid if I can't I know my dog going to get em
I need big bags
Prices up for real road to riches i cant miss that
Flexing on his body that aint him thats just his bitch act
Really strictly business when we talk it aint no chit chat
They bugging I don't get

So you a shooter huh
Man I know your type and you aint doing nothing
Thats your shorty she on my bro guess you aint doing nothing
Thought it was f*ck me why you stressing what I'm doing huh
And they still on dick we making progress guess I do enough
Got them tight I'm chillin they be mad mad
Told them listen close because when I spit it just be mad facts
Phone on DND no pickup if its not about my cash
Got them thinking how I do it first stop watching my bag
Like I don't get it
Chasing hoes but not the bag bro like I don't get it
Still bugging about the past bro like I don't get it
Mess wit one like like gang not on your ass bro like I don't get it
I don't get it
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Writer: Emmanuel Brascom
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