They Melting

(Lavaa Man Baby) ✅

[Intro]
Yeah
I’m never in a slump, I do want I want
Say what I want
Yeah

[Hook]
I’m never in a slump, I do want I want
Say what I want, go where I want
This shit ain’t adding up
They ain’t like us, no
They ain’t like us, no
They ain’t like us (Ha)

[Verse 1]
I don’t do the rumors, I can’t do the gossip
These niggas my juniors, little nigga acknowledge
They ain’t like us, they can’t copy cat
Even if they try, they still ain’t that
That mother fucking dope, put it in your nose
Put it in your arm, cook it on your stove
Bitch I am the god, of this fucking shit
Yeah I know the codes, she still want dope and dick, ugh
I say what I want, I don’t got no censor
I just say it flat out, I’m a fuck your sister
She met me at the telly, I got it like a key card
I hit that shit all crazy, she walking like a retard

[Hook]
I’m never in a slump, I do want I want
Say what I want, go where I want
This shit ain’t adding up
They ain’t like us, no
They ain’t like us, no
They ain’t like us
I’m never in a slump, I do want I want
Say what I want, go where I want
This shit ain’t adding up
They ain’t like us, no
They ain’t like us, no
They ain’t like us

[Bridge 1]
Still a nasty nigga, I still sell piss
Bitch my hands dirty, I been selling shit
Still a nasty nigga, yeah ugh
Still a nasty nigga
Ugh

(Lavaa Man Baby)

[Verse 2]
New money touch my hand, swear I get a rush
It’s a different speed, when you run it up
I’m a bad boy, I always got puff
Just like a old cabinet, yeah I got dust
Ten thousand bullets, pussy nigga try ya luck
These young niggas stupid, like calling a banana a truck
I’m a fucking king, gotta bury me like Tut
Yeah I’m a king, gotta bury me like Tut
I got the bag, yeah these bitches know what’s sup
You say she yours, why she asking me to fuck
I don’t even want your girl, she a mother fucking smut
She a mother fucking lame, a whore, and a duck
Ugh

[Bridge 2]
Still a nasty nigga, I still sell piss
Bitch my hands dirty, I been selling shit
Still a nasty nigga, yeah ugh
Still a nasty nigga
Ugh

(Lavaa Man Baby)

[Verse 3]
Still a nasty nigga, I still sell piss
Bitch my hands dirty, I been selling shit
Hoe is you worthy, to get up on this dick
Gave that hoe a jersey, and told her follow suit
Don’t abuse your vices, no matter what you do
You better stay strapped baby, the jack boys is out
He got gloves in his pocket, and it’s summer time now
Ugh
When you in the field, you better know it real
They’ll put you on the news, like the mega millions
And everybody will go home and eat sleep
Like we don’t know who mother fucking killed him
Awlll