Lyrics of 'Getcho Mans' by Rich Brian
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Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger
Uh
Get your mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips
Chain swangin', dunno where the metal is
Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants
Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran
Bitch I quit my vans, lemme just do my dance
Kill streak shit in the game, then it’s just represent
Mona Lisa and Picasso
Balls on limp, I'm a child though
Cultural vision on a 5-4
Wave form, movie, Idaho
Camе storm like it's X-Men
Fuck with me, you is dеad man
In my pockets, Deadman
And I leap like it's Jumpman
Coffees and the L-Men
Trophies, don't compare them
What's a Grammy to a [?]
Just send my Grammy and the trophy
What's a gram to a fake bitch?
Indonesian was a language
Think I'm speakin' like a bad bitch
Background in a whole different continent
How we got different ad-libs
How we got different mothers
How we got different cash
How we got different chances
How we got different culture
Rollin' deep with my dawgs you would think it's a veterinary
I reached my goals by January
Got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry
Gettin' married to the game
Little bitch, we're not the same
And that bitch pussy wet like, jolly dang
And that bitch done sold like 20k
And I'm jokin', roly poly with the zaza
Sippin', drinkin', bitin' with the foie gras
You will need the barker when you buy buy
I don't got a problem with the hot girl
I'm the finished product, you the mark-up
Quittin' the xanny, bitch, get yo' box up
YouTube soldiers, get to the Choppa
Just woke up, I get to the cameras
You won't judge of Rollin’ Impalas
I do not write I'm just telling my truth
When I get in the booth
I don't fuck with no Judas
Got random computers
Got so many sons, I don't know where the booth is
If you do got the game like Galaga, boot up
You feel like the Goonies
But I'd rather sit on my face like a Buddhist
You fuckin' with Gucci that give me lil’ cooties [?]
She give me the face
I fell in love in the middle of COVID, she badder than Addison Rae
He might hit a post but the fraction always seven times and they never got paid
I told my girl, hit the neuron and zoom in uh She thinkin' of the parade
I took the family with trip in Japan but the weeb inside [?] ways
Uh
Get your mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips
Chain swangin', dunno where the metal is
Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants
Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran
Bitch I quit my vans, lemme just do my dance
Kill streak shit in the game, then it’s just represent
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Me and Warren 'bout to kill this shit
It is gettin' carried, get the crucifix
Saw them 'boutta leave but I'm immune to leaves
Saw the snakes, bitches got a piece side
Rewind that shit, remind that bitch
[?] Turned to ash to propaganda, bitch
I've been in the new background
24, tryna go clash and crash with me
I'm practically the most savage
The most braggadocious boy that you've ever seen
I'm on caffeine, the black jeans
In the whole brevity and slow additives
I'm sippin' tea, I'm livid
'Cause I got the whole game to carry
I decide to carry
Oh my God my Nike, I'm Mariah Carey
Got a check in December
Miss shots like a sober man
Hold 'em, join the mini military
Miss the sign, you the sign of a dairy
I'm a bitch like Halle Berry
I'ma fish like "Bitch, I'm pretty!"
Goddamn I'm pretty, bitch
And I'm back in the juice
I don't play by no rules
I awaken the Kyuubi
Attack anything that are making a move
I don't make an excuse
Before you walk in, take off your shoes, bitch
Are you limp, boy?
Sippin' on shoelace
I got blues but you so clueless
On my words, I acted in a movie, lil’ bitch
I got blue bills, match your dances
Blue jeans with a bad bitch
With a side of sushi
Schoolboy gettin' excused [?] Goofy
[?]
Bitch, I got new keys in Jacuzzi
Keepin' it in the lowkey [?] movie
Bitch, my battery, saw that Uzi
Keep your mask on, you smell like blue cheese, ay
Uh
Get your mans, if you switchin' up then tell me in advance
Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips
Chain swangin', dunno where the metal is
Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some heaven pants
Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran
Bitch I quit my vans, lemme just do my dance
Kill streak shit in the game, then it’s just represent
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