MANNEQUIN Lyrics – Che

Read the full MANNEQUIN lyrics by Che along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy che's music, you can also explore Motto and WHIPPIN, two other songs by che.

[Intro: Che]
Go
Go, go go, go, go, go, go

[Chorus: Che]
Yeah (Go), they should put me on a magazine (Go, go, go)
Yeah (Go), they should put me on a magazine, uh-huh (Go, go, go)
And not because I want it, 'cause I need it
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding
Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (Real racer)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (B!tch, let's go)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (Yeah, b!tch, R.I.B. s*it)
I see the molly laying on your teeth

[Verse 1: Che]
Say she love my swag, say she love my niche (Yeah, yeah)
B!tch, I love your racks, love your double Ds (Yeah, yeah)
Twenty-four hoes just like Kobe (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm courtside with my nose bleeding
I don't want a Barbie b!tch, I want a Bratz doll (Yeah, let's go)
I don't want a Corgi b!tch, I want a big dog (Real big, R.I.B.)
I don't tell 'em, "R.I.P," I tell 'em, "R.I.B," dog (Yeah, I tell 'em, "R.I.B.")
YSL jeans backwards, Kriss Kross

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
Tell a— Tell a b!tch, "Sit criss-cross" (Hrr)
Yeah, I'm itching, gotta hit a lick now, huh-huh (Hrr)
Yeah, she cut into me, had to get gone, huh (Hrr)
Take a flight, yeah, I'm out to Melbourne, hey (Hrr)
I'm so fresh, like a well-kept lawn (Hrr)
She got me brick, yeah, she got me Teflon (Hrr)
Yeah, I'm stepping so don't get stepped on
Yeah, they hit my phone, I used to not get checked on
Walk out of AT&T with ten phones (Hrr)
Keep it real, I hate getting led on (Hrr)
Yeah, it was a rocky road, but I held on (Hrr)
Stand my ground, I ain't getting picked on (Hrr)

[Chorus: Che & xaviersobased]
Yeah (Go), they should put me on a magazine (Go, go, go; hrr)
Yeah, yeah, they should put me on a magazine, uh-huh (Go, go, go; hrr)
And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (Hrr)
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding (Hrr)
Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (Real racer)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (B!tch, let's go)
She suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (Yeah, b!tch, R.I.B. s*it)
I see the molly laying on your teeth

[Outro: xaviersobased]
Hrr