Angel Inn Levi - "I'm The Man" lyrics

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Angel Inn Levi - "I'm The Man" lyrics

Chorus Thirty bands Thirty bands Thirty bands Fourty bands Fourty bands Fourty bands Fifty bands Fifty bands Fifty bands "I'm the man." "I'm the man." "I'm the man." Cooking up the good done emptied out my ice trays Now to cool the work off we just buy a bag of ice Verse 1 f** it I'm selling everything like auctions The all black coupe came with options What the f**? All you n***as can't stop us In the mother f**ing burbs selling often Bricks that we hide in the couch If you ain't serving get out You understand what I'm talking about Here's the address to my trap house Text me up Don't even call With that Texas in my cup I'm leaning hard I keep that steel by my side or under the seat in my ride I don't got nothing to hide but a bunch of d** and a bunch of guns Move all the stash to a new location Tell the feds I'm on vacation I won't be back til the winter comes Cooking that hard til my wrist is numb My lick said he need another one I'm serving them up with what they want Customer service is first He said hold on I got cash on my card He went to the store to pull it off I'm weighing the work in the mean time Bagging it up on time I said I'm gone only do this one time Here's that rock that you want and a bag of pine Anytime Catch me on my grind Chorus x2 Verse 2 Tell all of your friends I got the good I'm serving them sh**s and I'm the cook I'm rolling up purple in backwoods Drop the ice on the rock while I'm sipping lean Shine on a hater like Mr. Clean We selling that white to get the green We selling that weed in between We selling to custys while smoking trees Smoky the bear ain't got nothing on us Preparing the H it smells like ammonia Snitch and I'll put something on you In the trunk of the car I got work I ain't sell yet I ain't go to jail yet My n***as ain't make bail either They was moving too fast on the meter You let the rock get off too early That what we call a soft turkey When the waters still looking murky and that rock break up like detergent I'm gone show you how to whip it I'm real proper in the kitchen so customers like what they getting Maybe you need new dishes Chorus x2