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Wo - Manson Lyrics



Wo - Manson Lyrics




Tryna see more green than a botanist
If you had any doubts about womack you should abolish it
Return of the mummy I emerged from the room
Draped in the gold they buried with me in the tomb
Running off fumes ion let em gas me up
Waffle House after the club it's kinda hard to pass me up
I'm not stopping constantly dropping content
My conscience it's been haunted
Sick ideas I wanna vomit
I regurgitate these flows
Y'all recirculate these hoes
Dodging all the cameras
Still tryna go pro
I just want a Range Rover
Lane change over
Candy wet paint Exhaust like a flame thrower
Flame thrower Wait

Bag Back from brandon
Brandons equipped with a cannon
Brandon got reasons to blam it
Listening to Marilyn Manson

They don't wanna see eating
Loved ones no longer breathing
Killers don't need a reason
Don't try your luck this evening

Heard a N**** said that my pen ghost
Write yo name in my journal
Turn to a death note
You better see the light
Before you take an L
Complex source doing it double xl
Bitch I was born to prevail
You should of read the details
Microsoft Program designed to excel
Where I'm from n****s talk shit and carry guns
I mean them n****s fire more sticks than Amazon
Im In my own lane tryna make it far
Tryna be over Louisiana like Arkansas
I'm just keeping it real
Call these n****s Vince carter signing 360 deals
Wait

Bag Back from brandon
Brandons equipped with a cannon
Brandon got reasons to blam it
Listening to Marilyn Manson

They don't wanna see eating
Loved ones no longer breathing
Killers don't need a reason
Don't try your luck this evening
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Tryna see more green than a botanist
If you had any doubts about womack you should abolish it
Return of the mummy I emerged from the room
Draped in the gold they buried with me in the tomb
Running off fumes ion let em gas me up
Waffle House after the club it's kinda hard to pass me up
I'm not stopping constantly dropping content
My conscience it's been haunted
Sick ideas I wanna vomit
I regurgitate these flows
Y'all recirculate these hoes
Dodging all the cameras
Still tryna go pro
I just want a Range Rover
Lane change over
Candy wet paint Exhaust like a flame thrower
Flame thrower Wait

Bag Back from brandon
Brandons equipped with a cannon
Brandon got reasons to blam it
Listening to Marilyn Manson

They don't wanna see eating
Loved ones no longer breathing
Killers don't need a reason
Don't try your luck this evening

Heard a N**** said that my pen ghost
Write yo name in my journal
Turn to a death note
You better see the light
Before you take an L
Complex source doing it double xl
Bitch I was born to prevail
You should of read the details
Microsoft Program designed to excel
Where I'm from n****s talk shit and carry guns
I mean them n****s fire more sticks than Amazon
Im In my own lane tryna make it far
Tryna be over Louisiana like Arkansas
I'm just keeping it real
Call these n****s Vince carter signing 360 deals
Wait

Bag Back from brandon
Brandons equipped with a cannon
Brandon got reasons to blam it
Listening to Marilyn Manson

They don't wanna see eating
Loved ones no longer breathing
Killers don't need a reason
Don't try your luck this evening
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Writer: Brandon Womack
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Written by: Brandon Womack

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