Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Splurgeboys
Splurgeboys
Performer
Tyrone Fagan
Tyrone Fagan
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Fagan
Tyrone Fagan
Songwriter

Lyrics

Man need some Haribo, baby
Man need some Haribo, baby, baby, baby
Man need some Haribo, baby
Man need some Haribo, baby, baby, baby, then life will be sweet
Which one do I feel like? I don't know (ever so sweet)
Which one do I feel like? I don't know (ever so)
Told her bring Rizla, I've got crow, grab some Stella and 'Bow
Which one do I feel like? I don't know, depends how high we go
Said I'm too fucked off of two puffs
Yeah, way juiced up, goofed up with a loose one
Crew love from the new stuff
Yeah, there's space at the top, tell them other ones move up
When you're there, everybody wan' fuck with you
Bare Ric Flair, bodyslam that WCW
Sting in the ring, I'm king, any Royal Rumble I'm in
Hoes ain't loyal but these brehs don't care
Swear all the good ones are too rare, I fear
Better stay strapped, you don't wanna get clapped
Only round of applause when I hear "all clear"
Yeah, hard not to do bears
But it ends in tears or scares, my dear
This twit, why's he the loose kick?
Don't you know loose lips sink ships?
Funny how guys change and a few flip
New bit of poontang make dudes sick
New link's giving man flu
Don't you know catching feelings ain't cool, you tool?
I've got more than a screw loose
Yeah, my screw's been threaded, swear down, the filth's embedded
Tryna do right but we're all here
Late night texting all the tings we've bedded like
Man need some Haribo, baby (yeah, that's true)
Man need some Haribo, baby, baby, baby
Man need some Haribo, baby
Man need some Haribo, baby, baby, baby, then life will be sweet
Which one do I feel like? I don't know (ever so sweet)
Which one do I feel like? I don't know (ever so)
Told her bring Rizla, I've got crow, grab some Stella and 'Bow
Which one do I feel like? I don't know, depends how high we go
On the ball, spaceship flow
Dip when the bass go low
Hold that
Double Wray & Nephew, don't taste it, though
Just back that
Arse kinda banging but the face ain't, though
Man swerve that
Still, I might hit it when I'm wasted, though
Don't talk about me with the latest
Talk about me when you're talking 'bout the greatest
Or there's nuttin' we can talk about
Unless you wan' talk 'bout making dough
Man wan' get to the spaceship
Still, I ain't going in a slave ship
So it's up every night on the grave shift
Then up everyday for the wage slip, cuh
Man need some Haribo, baby
Man need some Haribo, baby, baby, baby
Man need some Haribo, baby
Man need some Haribo, baby, baby, baby, then life will be sweet
Which one do I feel like? I don't know (ever so sweet)
Which one do I feel like? I don't know (ever so)
Told her bring Rizla, I've got crow, grab some Stella and 'Bow
Which one do I feel like? I don't know, depends how high we go
Written by: Tyrone Fagan
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out