Duzzo Dave - Manners lyrics

Verse 1 Ayo my homies hold me down yeah they hold me down Dinner wit my man in town yeah we shut it down I had to call my homie ari he was f**in round Wit them b**hes then he said they wanna f** me now I get around just kidding i done threw in the towel My baby girl she get aroused when i'm talking foul I get along with my exes i never talk to (bleep) She cheated on me back in high school bet she love me now But lemme chill man i love it when my music bump Cuz i talk about.. whatever the f** i want And i be. whoever i wanna be And wit my music guarantee u cannot f** wit me These homies sleeping on me now they gon wake up soon Got a hunnit f**in b**hes in the make-up room Listenin to duzzo dave they sayin man he nice Long as b**hes like my sh** i'll get my cake up soon Play the tune and let me get this off my chest i be starin at b**hes breasts and taylor be chillen right next to me Then she get upset wit me What would nietzsche say about that sh** he got the best of me Taylor like man f** nietzsche don't do that while u next to me I'm chillen got the recipe cooking lickin my fingers I'm only f**in wit b**hes if they models or they singers Just kidding i done threw in the towel Unless she got a nice smile Chorus Ayo i needa find manners All my homies feelin famished I'm rockin camoflauge bandanas We tryna eat we out here we famished They talking sh** don't understand us I told him u don't got no manners Don't f** wit me or wit my fam-a We tryna eat we out here famished Verse 2 Ayo my homies hold me down yeah they hold me down Dinner wit my man in town yeah we shut it down I had to call my homie ari he was f**in round Wit them b**hes then he said they wanna f** me now Don't like collaboratin wit people they let me down I almost called a girl for s** but then i turned around I gotta focus on my sh** i done threw in the towel And when i f** my girl i break it bad she calling sal Don't do that now ayo i love it when i'm in control I cannot touch the rim but i can do a finger roll Pa** the mic to my homies that's called a give and go Ball is a metaphor for life but i don't keep the score I just keep goin yo my family like my flowin i dim the lights when i spit bro So i can really feel the beat in my body and sh** bro People get me mad i'ma catch a homi and sh** bro f** a fight i'll use a gun cuz i don't even lift bro Smoke em like a swisha f** his older sister Middle finger to the cops yo tell my girl i miss her Idk how to behave in a public environment i keep sh** to myself until later that night i'm cryin Damn All i got is me and my fam We tryna eat but we don't got nobody feeding us fam That's why we changed our perspectives and we now take it Disregard my morals f** that sh** i need the cake Chorus Ayo my homies hold me down yeah they hold me down Dinner wit my man in town yeah we shut it down I had to call my homie ari he was f**in round Wit them b**hes then he said they wanna f** me now I do this sh** like for my town hope they like my sound Even if they don't then f** it they gon come around f** a 9-5 i'd rather much be selling pounds Duzzo david from tha 203 he underground