Rich Brian – Getcho Mans Lyrics

Mona Lisas and Picasso
Balls on limp, I’m a child though
Cultural vision on a 5-0
Waves from when we out hoe
Came storm like it’s X-Men
Fuck with me, you is dead man
In my pockets, Deadman
And I leap like it’s Jumpman
Coach seats in the airman
Trophies, don’t compare them
What’s a Grammy to a—
Just send my Grammy and the trophy
What’s a gram to a fake bitch?
Indonesian what’s the language
Think I’m speakin’ like a bad bitch
Background in a whole different continent
Hoe we got different ad-libs
Hoe we got different mothers
Hoe we got different cash
Hoe we got different chances
Hoe we got different culture
Rollin’ deep with my dawgs you would think it’s a veterinary
I reached my goals by January
Got the eyes of a tiger, Katy Perry
Gettin’ married to the game
Little bitch, we’re not the same
And that bitch pussy wet like, Johnny Dang
And that bitch done stole my 20k
And I’m jokin’, roly poly with the zaza
Sippin’, drinkin’, bitin’ with the foie gras
You will need the barker when you buy buy
I don’t got a problem with the harga (harga means price in Indonesian)
I’m the finished product, you the mark-up
Quittin’ the xanny, bitch, get yo’ box up
YouTube soldiers, get to the Choppa
Just woke up, I get to the cameras
You won’t judge of Rollin’ Impalas
I do not write I’m just telling my truth
When I get in the booth
I don’t fuck with no Judas
Got random computers
Got so many suns, I don’t know where the moon is
If you do got the game like Galaga, boot up
You feel like the Goonies
But I’d rather sit on my face like a Buddhist
You fuckin’ with groupies that give me lil’ cooties, I’m blicky
She give me the face
I fell in love in the middle of COVID, she badder than Addison Rae
He might hit a post but the fraction always seven times and they never got paid
I told my girl, hit the neuron and zoom in uh
She thinkin’ of the parade
I took the family with trip in Japan but the weeb because that’s how we’re raised

Uh
Getcho mans, if you switchin’ up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips, ayy
Chain swangin’, dunno where the metal is, ayy, uh
Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some leather pants
Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah)
Bitch I quit my vans, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah
Kill streak shit on the game, then it’s just represent, ayy, yeah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Me and Warren ’bout to kill this shit
It is gettin’ carried, get the crucifix
Saw them ’boutta leave but I’m immune to leaves
Saw the snakes, bitches got a piece side
Rewind that shit, remind that bitch
We the kings for me, turned to ashes, don’t forget now, bitch
I’ve been in the new background
Who the fuck tryna go clash and crash with me
I’m practically the most savage
The most braggadocious boy that you’ve ever seen
I’m on caffeine, black jeans denim hold
Bags and keys, you slow activis
I’m sippin’ tea, I’m livid
‘Cause I got the whole game to carry
I the type to carry
Oh my god my Nikes, I’m Mariah Carey
Got a check in December
Miss shots like a sober man
Hold ’em, join the mini military
Miss the sign, you the sign of a dairy
Where he go, shit gettin’ scary
I don’t fish like “Bitch, I’m pretty!”
Goddamn I’m pretty, bitch
And I’m back in the juice
I don’t play by no rules
I awaken the Kyuubi
Attack anything that are making a move
I don’t make an excuse
Before you walk in, take off your shoes, bitch
Are you limp, boy?
Sippin’ on shoelace
I got blues but you so clueless
Mark my words, I acted in a movie, lil’ bitch
I got blue bills, match leather pants
Blue jeans with a bad bitch
With a side of sushi
Schoolboy gettin’ his P’s and Q’s, I be goofy
Yes I’m in a new scene
Bitch, I got new keys in Jacuzzi
Keepin’ it in the nose please, why they all moody?
Bitch, my best b, tellin’ that Uzi
Getcho mask, kick ’em out, like Bruce Lee, ay

Uh
Getcho mans, if you switchin’ up then tell me in advance (Yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold ride hundreds on my fingertips, ayy
Chain swangin’, dunno where the metal is, ayy, uh
Pull up on a Benz, she dance, got us some leather pants
Bitch we on a different rank, I am the veteran (Ayy, yeah)
Bitch I quit my vans, then I just do my dance, ayy, yeah
Kill streak shit on the game, then it’s just represent, ayy, yeah

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