Man Down Lyrics

Man Down - Lil Mabu

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Man Down"

Yo, where are you?

I'm at the studio, gonna call you back in like twenty minutes

Hey, switch up on my lanes and I'm into bands now

Rocking Cartier shades, I'ma pull my lens down (Yeah, yeah)

Big rocks on my watch, everything is bust down

Spent a six, made a tick like I scored a touchdown

Boy, he want beef, but this ain't no burger

Mixing beans with my lean, call me Timmy Turner

Big foreigns and they spit heat, like a burner

Big dubs in the rap game, like I'm Murda

Big watch, see the shine, I wish I could afford, uh

Making tracks, play it back, just like a recorder

Counting money got my fingers green on the board, uh

Step back, hit the fadeaway, the track, I murder

Pull up and wet the block, chasing the bands the

All of my diamonds, they shine, playing games that I helped they shot

Pull up and drop the top homies, you rock a lot

, I'm getting lost a lot

Bands now, these bands now, yo' shorty, she a fan now, a fan now

BB Simmons on my pants now, my pants now

Want this ice all on me, drip or down, that's a man down (Yeah)

Hey, switch up on my lanes and I'm into bands now

Rocking Cartier shades, I'ma pull my lens down (Yeah, yeah)

Big rocks on my watch, everything is bust down

Spent a six, made a tick like I scored a touchdown

Boy, he want beef, but this ain't no burger

Mixing beans with my lean, call me Timmy Turner

Big foreigns and they spit heat, like a burner

Big dubs in the rap game, like I'm Murda

Big watch, see the shine, I wish I could afford, uh

Making tracks, play it back, just like a recorder

Counting money got my fingers green on the board, uh

Step back, hit the fadeaway, the track, I murder

Shawty never hit me, now she missed me

I'm a shark in the water you a fishy

All these bands in my hands, I'ma make a shawty dance

Finna pull up, big walk, cash out, Da Vinci

Hey, switch up on my lanes and I'm into bands now

Rocking Cartier shades, I'ma pull my lens down (Yeah, yeah)

Big rocks on my watch, everything is bust down

Spent a six, made a tick like I scored a touchdown

Boy, he want beef, but this ain't no burger

Mixing beans with my lean, call me Timmy Turner

Big fours and we spit heat like a burner

Big dubs in the rap game, like I'm Murda

Big watch, see the shine, I wish I could afford, uh

Making tracks, play it back, just like a recorder

Counting money got my fingers green on the board, uh

Step back, hit the fadeaway, the track, I murder