MANNIE FRESH Lyrics by Key Glock
Get the bag, King Wonka
Yeah, everybody get your roll on
Everybody, everybody get your roll on
Yeah, get your roll on
Everybody, everybody get your roll on
I walk up in the building
They like, “Man, he fresh”
I can walk on water, nigga
This shit in my flesh
No “S” on my chest
No safety on these slugs
I grew up in South Memphis
So, it’s hard to get my love
It’s hard to get my trust
It’s hard to stop these drugs
Too
My cup be like, “I love you, too”
I can’t do nothin’ but tell the truth
Chrome Heart just cost 60 blues
Nigga, 6 racks
Fuck with me, that’s an impact
That pussy good, that shit smack
Baby, yeah, put it on me, baby
Got me thinkin’ ’bout a baby
Damn, she thicker than some gravy
Told her fuck me like she hate me
Fuck me like you hate me
Baby, ride it like a pro
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
I’ma fuck you like a slut
Treat you like a queen
I been hustlin’ all my life
I been doin’ it since a teen
Get sent to Jesus Christ
Bet’ not reach for a thing
Yeah, lil’ bro gone off ecstasy
They look like jelly beans
Everybody rollin’, yeah, get your roll on
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money
Six letters, “hold on”
Blue diamonds, snow cones
Plugged in like a home phone
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout no paper
Nigga, you can go on on
Yeah, everybody, get your roll on
Everybody, everybody, get your roll on
Yeah, get your roll on
Everybody, everybody, get your roll on
I walk up in the building
They like “Man, he fresh”
I can walk on water, nigga
This shit in my flesh
No “S” on my chest
No safety on these slugs
I grew up in South Memphis
So it’s hard to get my love
It’s hard to get my trust
It’s hard to stop these drugs
Too
My cup be like, “I love you, too”
I can’t do nothin’ but tell the truth
Chrome Heart just cost 60 blues
Nigga, 6 racks
Fuck with me, that’s an impact
That pussy good, that shit smack
Baby
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