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Ak Tarantino - Too Many Maneuvers Lyrics

Too Many Maneuvers Lyrics[Verse 1: AK Tarantino]
Slidin' on the beat like I was whippin' on a scooter
Water whippin' kitchen, I got too many maneuvers
I be in the [?], I be posted with my shooters
My lil' bro been [?], make him pop at your Medula
Breakin' the white, crack it, I'ma move it
Put it in the back [?] and get to movin'
I said bitch, I like to move it like a Madagascar movie
If I pull up to her crip, I get to nibble on the booby
If I'm lucky, bet I get to go and tickle on the booty
Tropicana [?] got me movin' like I'm stupid
Got the brand new [?] in the room, began to shoot it
Got the [?], hit the button, and it boost it
My youngin', he slеpt on the couch
He took too many drugs, now he can't movе his mouth
To many Percies to count, I feel like I'm KD
Man, this [?] passin' it out
What is that strain, I'ma go Coast Guard
I'ma hit up the plug, his name Hong Kong Han
Can't [?] 'cause the bong too long
Mix match drop, mama roll mink on
New pack fruity, Montcler bougie
Rockin' Chanel, I got bros in my Gucci
Fuck that bitch, no, I don't want the pussy
F-U-C-K-T-H-A-T bitch, fuck that bitch
Monclert coat too big, two bad hoes tryna suck on the dick
Which one to pick? Ten bad hoes wanna suck up the drip

[Verse 2: D.B Chapo]
(Ayy, suck up the drip, ayy, ayy, what?)
Lookin' for the rock is a needle in a haystack
I been with the homies, ridin' 'round inside a Maybach
[?] jam, I'm 'bout to ride around the [?]
Lookin' like I'm spinnin' up a run inside a racetrack
Cookin' on the stove, it's like [?], I'm 'bout to make crack
Hold on, bring the bass back, hey
Hold on, bring the bass back, ayy
Cookin' on the stove like I'm about to bring a plate
I'm a skinny youngin', but the pockets carry weight
Pockets overflowin', yeah, inflate
Stuffin' hella Percies at the bottom of a crate
Pull up to the function, but I'm always on the [?]
I got the stick up on my body like I'm out there runnin' base
Slid up in the home, whole team first place
Diamond 'round the body, lookin' like I'm Johnny Dang
Step into the block, that block went bang
Tryna spit venom like a cobra with a fang
All for the [?] gang
We don't really talk, though, we just rappin' for the bank
Get on the floor like a plank
Pour me up a double cup of 'Tussin in the drank
I been cookin' meth like I was brothers with the Hank
(Ayy, brothers with the Hank, hey)
Four pockets full like I'm runnin' Atlanta
I walk 'round the block with a Gucci bandana
I sip on that Quaagin mixed in with that Fanta
Pineapple Fanta, I make the bank like I'm Michael, and my wife Amanda
Black and white Phantoms, a couple of pandas
I got blue [?] like I'm Michael DeSantis
(Michael DeSantis, ayy, what?)
Twistin' around all these hoes on my neck, [?]
I pop a Percy, and I go ballistic
I got the weed, and it's [?] mystic
7.62 lookin' too futuristic
I feel like that I'm up in Futurama
Got too many hoes in the bed with a bonnet
Percys gon' make 'em go sleep and then vomit, ayy
.556 blast off like a rocket
Floatin' through the sky, and now it's lookin' like a comet
[?] up the block, I walk around like I'm Muhammad
I can make some [?] to a liquid from a solid
I been overseas, I'm sippin' back in the Bahamas
I been in the room, I'm makin' crack in my pajamas
(Ayy, what, crack in my pajamas, ayy, what?)