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mr. man & k.i.d - realest year lyrics

[verse 1 mr. man]
mr. man wit’ no misses
i ain’t married to the game
i don’t fall in love with these broads, these broads fall in love with my name
i’m nineteen, with a dream, a bag of weed, all my closest n-ggas, and to them hoes that ain’t pay attention at the show buying all my tickets
this one’s for y’all, i wouldn’t be mr. man if it wasn’t for you
they know i’m the realest n-gga, cause everything i say is true
young but my soul is old
campos got twenty rolled
need some more swishers go tell that b-tch at the liquor store
no flavors
swisher sweets with some papers
wouldn’t last in these chuck taylors
them n-ggas i ain’t mention more than likely turned to haters
bro y’all can keep hatin’
young with some dreams to chase
i’m wit’ some n-ggas that’s fully laced, i see you

(yeah, yeah, alright)

[hook: k.i.d & mr. man]
n-gga yeaaah, n-ggas know tho
we in the photo
smashin’ down the store tho
n-gga yeaaah, n-ggas know tho
we at the store doe, b-tched taking photos
n-gga yeaaah, how you feel tho?
sh-t is real doe, all my n-ggas here tho
n-gga yeaaah, n-ggas know tho, we all about business, ain’t no time for hoes tho
so tell ’em that we gettin’ it, tell ’em that we gettin’ it
got a date with success and she all about her business
tell ’em that we gettin’ it, tell em that we gettin’ it
got a bunch of schedules, they all booked up with (?)
tell ’em that we gettin it, tell em that we gettin’ it
presidential rollie, gotta get it, time is tickin’
tell ’em that we gettin it, (yeah) tell ’em that we gettin’ it
on the road to success until there’s nothing left

[verse 2: mr. man]
it’s mr. man, n-gga d-mn, i’m tatted on my back and chest
hair out i don’t give a f-ck, girl didn’t either, that’s why she left
man, i swear these broads do anything to hang with the fliest n-ggas
p-ss it to my n-ggas, i’m young i ain’t got time for b-tches
and they know, fxl the gang
i see you lookin’ mad, cause your b-tch know my name
i’m not a c-cky n-gga, but that’s just how i became
i’m blowing “mary jane”
old homies say i changed
and they know, i ain’t slept in a couple days
i never trust these hoes, let the fake n-ggas fade away
light it, we gettin’ baked, roll another, we getting blazed
young with some dreams to chase
i’m wit’ some n-ggas that’s fully laced
that be my…

[hook]

[verse 3: k.i.d]
(yeah x3)
so i want a 17-year-old model right?
mmmm…
and a bottle of ? water
so later we can go harder
but leave me f-ckin’ with me you need more energy than chargers
k.i.d go peter parker on all y’all n-ggas daughters, yeah!
yup doggie doggie, yep yep n-gga that’s just how i do
channel with a million views, n-gga that’s just how i “tube”
light-skinned n-gga don’t take me lightly
got more rhymes than dr. seuss
chilling on a boat with a b-tch that looks like sailor moon
isn’t it ironic, dude
i’m cold as a comic, dude
yeah i’m super duper but i’m not from ar comic, dude
i got verses i could spit until i turn a-hunded-and-two
you think that you cooler? no
you smoke too much chronic, dude
you need hooked on phonics, dude
or a freakin’ tutor
or someone who can teach you, how to not be a loser
‘b’dot, ‘u’ dot, ‘m’ dot
n-gga that’s you
cause you live in a house that’s like my car, it’s got no roof
never got a suit on, imma… ?? with coupons
kickin’ flow like i got steel toe boots on

[outro]
tell ’em that we gettin’ it, (yeah) tell ’em that we gettin it (yeah)
on the road to success until there’s nothing left, until there’s nothing left
n-gga yeaaah, how you feel tho?
sh-t is real tho, all my n-ggas here tho
n-gga yeaaah, n-ggas know tho
(mr. f-cking man, too hard for me)
we all about business ain’t no time for hoes tho

- mr man k i d lyrics

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