Tony Shhnow - Many Men lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - Many Men lyrics]
Un, Un unotouchable
Killing spree running riot
Renegade
So many men wish they was in my position
War time, I move like a soldier dawg
I came from the trenches
I move grease and fried bacon dawg
I came for the biscuit's
He ain't cut throat
He in a gang but he for the tickets
Feel like I done told you so many times do
You even hear me out when you listen
This Glock could turn on any man so
Watch your mouth with that bitchin
I'm fitted up with this fan
I got designer decisions
I been sleepin with that heater
Like pajamas and linen
I bеat the block remind a nigga
How his momma was killed
No trauma I spin him
And you know how this shit playout
It's onе way in and one way out
It's things about this shit that
You won't ever understand
Take yo mouth off that titty boy
Go ahead be a man i love my mommas parents
Everyday I'm tryna see a grand
The block could sing acapella
But first I need them bands
I'm from the street, I ain't ever had shit
Don't know how to treat the fans
I know how the bag work
Flip money and use my fuckin hand
This plane don't fuckin land
Keep guns you think I'm playin
I do shit the best and you
Just do shit how you can
We shoot shit like Iran
His bitch my highest fan
Try him if you stupid
Burner give him the brightest tan
No you not the brightest man
So try to live righteous man
They try to try it, pull out that trip
Bet the won't try again
So many men wish they was in my position
War time, I move like a soldier dawg
I came from the trenches
I move grease and fried bacon dawg
I came for the biscuit's
He ain't cut throat
He in a gang but he for the tickets
Feel like I done told you so many times do
You even hear me out when you listen
Overkill killing spree
Killing spree running riot
Renegade
So many men wish they was in my position
War time, I move like a soldier dawg
I came from the trenches
I move grease and fried bacon dawg
I came for the biscuit's
He ain't cut throat
He in a gang but he for the tickets
Feel like I done told you so many times do
You even hear me out when you listen
This Glock could turn on any man so
Watch your mouth with that bitchin
I'm fitted up with this fan
I got designer decisions
I been sleepin with that heater
Like pajamas and linen
I bеat the block remind a nigga
How his momma was killed
No trauma I spin him
And you know how this shit playout
It's onе way in and one way out
It's things about this shit that
You won't ever understand
Take yo mouth off that titty boy
Go ahead be a man i love my mommas parents
Everyday I'm tryna see a grand
The block could sing acapella
But first I need them bands
I'm from the street, I ain't ever had shit
Don't know how to treat the fans
I know how the bag work
Flip money and use my fuckin hand
This plane don't fuckin land
Keep guns you think I'm playin
I do shit the best and you
Just do shit how you can
We shoot shit like Iran
His bitch my highest fan
Try him if you stupid
Burner give him the brightest tan
No you not the brightest man
So try to live righteous man
They try to try it, pull out that trip
Bet the won't try again
So many men wish they was in my position
War time, I move like a soldier dawg
I came from the trenches
I move grease and fried bacon dawg
I came for the biscuit's
He ain't cut throat
He in a gang but he for the tickets
Feel like I done told you so many times do
You even hear me out when you listen
Overkill killing spree