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Debonair Le'Flair - MIND YOUR MANNERS Lyrics



Debonair Le'Flair - MIND YOUR MANNERS Lyrics




I used to be broke, I ain't goin' out sad
Lil' bitch keep the strap in a Telfar bag
I done came up, I know y'all mad
I was still f*cked up, but I stuck to the plan
I don't wanna talk, nigga, show me a band
She ain't know how to rap, but she say she a fan
I don't like niggas, I only hang with the fam
Eatin' lunch with a bitch that you follow on the gram
Only real ones in my circle
Skinny nigga, but I'm strapped like Urkel
Got drank in my cup like Kirko
Got Nudie on my jeans, not Purple
Can't bring lil' cuz, he'll murk you
Lil' niggas can't hang, got a curfew
Man, you niggas is my sons I'll burp you
Swear I hate that your mama even birthed you
Got Chanel on the frame, can't see at night
Lil' baby, I'm lit like a neon light
I heard bro shit, and it's beyond hype
If God got us, we'd be alright
If she got good head, she could be my type
If she thick like Dej, she could be my type
Bout to roll me a wood, get high as kites
If she don't like me, then I know she dyke

I just landed in the A, so you know I'm trim
From the east to the west, girl, you know I'm him
I'ma say how I feel, girl, you know I'm blem
Yeah them niggas from the city, but we ain't them
Yeah them niggas from the city, but they ain't us
Skinny nigga with the shhhh, don't think you tough
I just pray for better days, cause life is rough
If you know the bitch trife, then why you cuff?

Count money then I mind my manners
This is za, baby, don't smoke bammer
Too fly, baby, bring your camera
Praise God that I dodged a slammer
Count money then I mind my manners
Too fly, baby, bring your camera
Praise God that I dodged a slammer

Count money then I mind my manners
This is za, baby, don't smoke bammer
Too fly, baby, bring your camera
Praise God that I dodged a slammer
Count money then I mind my manners
Too fly, baby, bring your camera
Praise God that I dodged a slammer
Count money then I mind my manners

Go find somethin' else to do
We tired of seein' you twerk
Bitch, go work, go work
That's all y'all hoes good for
It's only so much an ass cheek gon' jiggle
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I used to be broke, I ain't goin' out sad
Lil' bitch keep the strap in a Telfar bag
I done came up, I know y'all mad
I was still f*cked up, but I stuck to the plan
I don't wanna talk, nigga, show me a band
She ain't know how to rap, but she say she a fan
I don't like niggas, I only hang with the fam
Eatin' lunch with a bitch that you follow on the gram
Only real ones in my circle
Skinny nigga, but I'm strapped like Urkel
Got drank in my cup like Kirko
Got Nudie on my jeans, not Purple
Can't bring lil' cuz, he'll murk you
Lil' niggas can't hang, got a curfew
Man, you niggas is my sons I'll burp you
Swear I hate that your mama even birthed you
Got Chanel on the frame, can't see at night
Lil' baby, I'm lit like a neon light
I heard bro shit, and it's beyond hype
If God got us, we'd be alright
If she got good head, she could be my type
If she thick like Dej, she could be my type
Bout to roll me a wood, get high as kites
If she don't like me, then I know she dyke

I just landed in the A, so you know I'm trim
From the east to the west, girl, you know I'm him
I'ma say how I feel, girl, you know I'm blem
Yeah them niggas from the city, but we ain't them
Yeah them niggas from the city, but they ain't us
Skinny nigga with the shhhh, don't think you tough
I just pray for better days, cause life is rough
If you know the bitch trife, then why you cuff?

Count money then I mind my manners
This is za, baby, don't smoke bammer
Too fly, baby, bring your camera
Praise God that I dodged a slammer
Count money then I mind my manners
Too fly, baby, bring your camera
Praise God that I dodged a slammer

Count money then I mind my manners
This is za, baby, don't smoke bammer
Too fly, baby, bring your camera
Praise God that I dodged a slammer
Count money then I mind my manners
Too fly, baby, bring your camera
Praise God that I dodged a slammer
Count money then I mind my manners

Go find somethin' else to do
We tired of seein' you twerk
Bitch, go work, go work
That's all y'all hoes good for
It's only so much an ass cheek gon' jiggle
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Writer: Rayshon Gore-Willis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Debonair Le'Flair - MIND YOUR MANNERS Video
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Performed By: Debonair Le'Flair
Language: English
Length: 2:11
Written by: Rayshon Gore-Willis

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