Time for some Verbs classics Mane, mane...

[concise]

I really should have 1-starred this instead of tacking on that pity star.

 

[Non Sequitur]

It's like..I feel you mane mane....haters never wanna see a nikka shine when I walk through the door rocking the vintage Versace windbreaker zipped up halfway with no shirt underneath ... with the paint-splatter Margiela sneakers....Caesar cut by Caesar himself ..these hoes can't handle my smell good game ... smelling like green-apple Sour Patch Kids in a glass Simon Pearce bowl....It's hard out here Mane,mane...

 

[patscorpio]

classic

 

[ROBEEZYKILLA]

i feel you mane mane...haters dont wanna see yo boy shine when i step in the club wearing mavs diamond encrusted snapback, burrberry button up with louis on my feet same color as blueberry sour straws, watch imported from italy, socks versace,breezies fallin in love with yo boys smell good game smelling like a mix between champagne and starbursts...its hard out here mane mane

 

[Scottie Drippin]

verbs

 

[The Bilingual Gringo]

@VerbsNotNice

 

[Non Sequitur]

It's like...I feel you mane mane...these haters don't wanna see me shine when I hit the scene rocking a denim jacket autographed by Duane Allman... crocodile Ferragamos on my feet same color as Whoopi Goldberg... shape up so precise cuz my barber used a protractor ... smell good game top notch ... smelling like waking up to fresh cinnamon rolls on a Sunday morning...it's hard out here mane mane...

 

[Yehuda]

It's like I feel you Mane,mane..hater never wanna see the boy glisten when I pull up to the club with that keyless ignition....fitted look like Bert and Ernie...kicks color Elmo....it's like all the breezies swoon over the boy smell good game...like a mix of Peanut Butter Crunch and Wild Berry Skittles..it'a hard out here Mane,mane....

It's like I feel you Mane,mane....squirrels never wanna see the boy shine when I step in the club in them custom forces the color laser beams...whip look like pomegranate....fitted look like 2pacs soul...the breezies all swoon over the boy smell good game...like a mix of chips-a-hoy and freshly fallen snow...it's hard out here Mane,mane...

It's like..I feel you Mane,mane....haters never wanna see the boy shine when I step up in the spot rocking the Gucci Velour with the wingtip crocodile lambskin varient Jordans....fresh to death with the gold-plated Louie V fitted..the breezies love the boy smell good game like a combination of Rice Milk and the Freshest bouqet of Asian Lotuses ever assembled....It's hard out here Mane,mane...

It's like I feel you Mane,mane....Haters never want to see the boy shine when I step up in the club fresh to death wearing something Kool Keith hand sewed....fitted color of Tomato Juice....kicks color of Linguina and Clams..all the breezies swoon off the boys smell good game...like a mix of Cinnamon Buns and Cold Iced Tea....it's hard out here Mane,mane....

It's like I feel you Mane,mane....haters never want to see the boy shine when I roll up to the club in the 1983 full size van color of Coco Krispies and Lil Debbie Snack cakes...fitted look like Tangamello, kicks look like Moon Boots...hand wrapped around that soul burner...It's like all the breezies swoon when the boy smell good game hits they nostrils...like a mix of Jellybeans and Oreo smoothies....It's hard out here Mane,mane.....

I mean dig this Mane,mane....it's like haters flock when I swoop thru in that keylime spaceship with the guts color of pizza rolls dipped in ranch dressing....chrome hammer cocked (no homo)....smellgood game on brolic with the scent of Winnie Coopers breath mixed with sour patch kids and fresh bloomed rosebushes....it's hard out here Mane,mane..

It's like I feel you Mane,mane.....it's like nobody wanna see a crakkka shine when I step into the club fresh to def in a silver satin astronaut suit with the Back To The Future Nikes....wrist on polished...smell good game like a mix of hunny buns and scooter crunches....

It's like I feel you Mane.mane...nobody wanna see ya boy stunt when I come through doing my one,two thang...fitted on standby...kicks on pre-release....cocoa butter coupe with the grass clippings in the watch....eatin twinkies (no higgidy)....the breezies swoon over the boys smell good game..on point with the scent of something beatiful mixed with something sweet...it's hard out here Mane,mane...

It's like...you feel me Mane,mane....????It seems errybody wanna spit venom when they see me smoking something grown underwater...sippin that Aqua velva....kicks look like Melonberry Bonanza...fitted look like Cucumbers and kiwi...I got that flip flop S-class....ladies love the boys smell good game...fresh to death with the scent of Aquafresh and Concorde Grapes....wrist on shimmer...it's hard out here Mane,mane...

It's like I feel you Mane,mane....It's like cats hate when they see me out at the club pulling up in a whip the same color of corn on the cob...and a broad the same color as corn on the cob....necklace the same color as corn on the cob...it's like mad hateration when cats see me on them big boy thangs....I got fish swimming in my rims...exotic ones..not no damn freshwater fish either...that sh1ts for suckas....It's like the boy be smelling ever so fresh like a mix of Baby Powder and Armani Code...fingers smelling like labia....oh my life is so fukking hard Mane, mane!!!

It's like I feel you Mane, mane..nobody want to see a playa shine when he zooms in on that Kawasaki pushing skraight rice...the color of St. Elmos Fire..they ain't up on them stones so clear it's like Snow White and the Seven Dwarves...and I keep that Snow White wrapped in that Prada silk...and the ladies they love the boys smell..it's like Frappucino and a little bit of Honey almond picked fresh from a field in Georgia on a sunny day by the purest virgin in the land...

It's like I feel you Mane, mane..the hateration is oh so thick when I step up in the club with some Versace Burmuda shorts on backwards and a Throwback Jersey with the iron on screen print peeling off from the dryer...chain hangin so low with the shine like gold Daytons on C-BO's hooptie from the 1992 feature in a Dr. Dre video...smell good game on point like Twinkies and Ding Dongs (NO HOMO) mixed with Keylime and avacado berries....it's gettin hard out here Mane,mane....


and Skittles...I smell like Skittles....

I feel you Mane, mane....it's like a crakkker can't shine on Earth without mad hateration...I mean it ain't my fault I got that triple black pearl candy 3 on them chrome ones...that Pepsi blue SUV with the subwoofer in the FRONT (heads ain't up on that) that townhouse with the ceiling on vault with the energy drink LCD telly skraight up mounted and ribbed "for her pleasure" Mane,mane I know ya'll feeling the boys smell good game it's too on point like I hand mashed the berries and spices that tickle ya nostrils and make the breezies hearts do a little pitter patter like the white Barry White just sang a lullaby and his breath was oh so right like Chocolate Altoids and sugar pie Corn Pops.....holla back...

I see some hateration in this thread already fam...picture THAT like a Polaroid

BREH what the fukk was this cac smoking.

 

[MoonGoddess]

 

[VerbsNotNice]

Ya boy is back Mane, Mane! Who is on here that I know?

 

[Sleepy Walker]

Ya boy is back Mane, Mane! Who is on here that I know?

Mr hallelujah holla back

 

[big bun]

Ya boy is back Mane, Mane! Who is on here that I know?