Man Of My Word song by Lil Baby & Lil Durk from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Atlanta Rap, Chicago Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Man Of My Word Meaning
| [[Intro: Lil Durk] You don’t know what it took (IRoccOnTheBeat) (Nile, I hear you) (You made this shit, Pharaoh) [Verse 1: Lil Durk] How she acting funny? I bought her her titties Nigga she be fuckin’ ain’t none of my business Upping my quota, that’s a part of my Fendi Don’t matter where I’m at, bitch, I’m known for the trenches We the first niggas put drums in the city We robbed the niggas, put drugs in the city Fuck where you from ’cause I know that you with it Check on his ass, I’ma handle my business Trust you enough to fuck you more than once And you gotta be a killer just to hang with us If you talkin’ ’bout murders, there’s no hangin’ up Run up on ’em, BOW, ain’t no onе-on-one I got the money, so who I’m runnin’ from? I got a lawyеr that cost a honey bun Before I buy pussy, I’ll buy a hundred guns Judge told me nigga died with my gun 2010 Reese said Ralph Lauren Died close, feel like he died in my arms Reinstated, they denied my bond A nigga play with Smurk, he not that smart Sucked it twice and I’m still not hard Niggas cry out loud when they gettin’ shot That nigga word don’t stand on my block Fuck what you heard, I’m the man of my block , [Chorus: Lil Durk] Stop playin’, bitch, I’m Smurk Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch I got your Uber, I kept my word She freak, actin’ like she a nerd No shirt when I’m off this Perc’ They slide every time we heard Lost bro, I know it hurt We gon’ catch ’em first [Verse 2: Lil Baby] Yeah, we runnin’ game on them, boy gotta sit out After I hit, tell Amir, “Make her get out” Hundred mil come and I still ain’t gon’ chill out I’m really down, I’ma show how I’m get down Hard on the bitch, man, I should’ve been pimpin’ Hard in these streets, the majority with me You can’t be serious, you gotta be kiddin’ me I’m really laughin’, these lil’ niggas temptin’ me I get offended when niggas say, “Tap in” I bought lil’ bro ‘nem Celine just to trap in I got more clothes in my closet than Saks Fifth I watched JB make a deuce do a backflip I know you really don’t know, you just act hip I done took off for real, now how that feel? Bro ain’t never gon’ change, I know that’s real Just run outta here, straight to the backfield I sleep good every night, now I’m happy “How you go where you go?” I’m a trapper for real “How you know what you know?” I adapted for real We too rich with the feds, we put shit in the mail My lifestyle expensive, this shit high as hell Lil’ bro tryna score, so I gave him a layup I gotta go somewhere, no I can’t lay up Bitch, stop playin’, you better not tell , [Chorus: Lil Durk] Stop playin’, bitch, I’m Smurk Bitch get naked, gotta put on my merch I got your Uber, I kept my word She freak, actin’ like she a nerd No shirt when I’m off this Perc’ They slide every time we heard Lost bro, I know it hurt We gon’ catch ’em first] |
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