raqbaby - man of the year lyrics
[intro]
i told you n+ggas they ain’t f+ckin’ with me, n+gga (smokeysmokey)
on jeezy, play, you lay, n+gga, try, you die, n+gga
on jeezy, n+gga
i’m tired of these n+ggas playin’ with this sh+t, n+gga
free the opps, n+gga
so they can die
[verse]
huh, young n+gga sh+t, we was posted on the block tryna run it up
you can’t name a young n+gga that can f+ck with us
got a freak suckin’ my d+ck while i hold my breath
hit the block, get slices and double cut
j jumpin’ in and out like a double dutch
f+ck two hoes at a time, gotta double nut
can’t leave the ho alone, got a bubble b+tt
say i been changin’ up
why you stickin’ your hand out like you want some change or somethin’?
got some top from a baddie, can’t name the ho
got a man, but he doin’ her wrong, i can’t blamе the ho
only wan’ build her, i don’t wanna change thе ho
n0body claimed her, i had to come stain the ho
i’ma just cut the b+tch off ‘fore i hang the ho
h+lla hoes tryna f+ck me now just ’cause i’m famous, though
go to prison for glizzy or die, it’s really only one wrong way to go
ex+ho, she don’t want me alive, don’t f+ck with her, but i don’t hate the ho
opp n+ggas don’t want me to strive, but a young n+gga countin’ up paper, though
keep it pimpin’, i just want f+ll+tio
keep a bl!ck, i was just playin’ b+ball with maceo
your b+tch bad, i’m on her call list
after i smash, she on my block list
ho asked me what time it is, i don’t even got no watch, b+tch
my b+tch mad, she tryna pop me
i can’t stop these hoes from callin’
uh, go to the mall, we ballin’
i ain’t the only one winnin’, we all in
b+tch know we move like an army
one of us get in the club, then we all in
you finna f+ck on me and the bros or what? lil’ b+tch, we ain’t come for the stallin’
say that she pregnant, lil’ b+tch, you r+t+rded
baby ain’t mine, b+tch, we goin’ to see maury
used to play with the spalding, we f+ckin’ all gens
do what i want with my sh+t ’cause i bought it
whatever come out that car is mine, n+gga, it’s mine ’cause i called it
the label tryna waste my motherf+ckin’ time, f+ck your lil’ contract, i bought it
she didn’t want me back then, tryna let me f+ck now, straight hang up when she call me
who tried to k!ll him? we all did
shot his sh+t, never sayin’ nothin’ ’bout it
my clothes ain’t on when i’m at your b+tch house
hope you don’t catch me freeballin’
n+gga text the bro like, “who f+cked my b+tch?”
n+gga, you know that we all did
we got a bathtub full of dog sh+t
can’t explain my life, i don’t know what to call it
can’t explain my life, but it been lit
want me dead, b+tch, suck my d+ck
bustdown rollie, that’s on my wrist
then i bought another bustdown for my b+tch
bought another glock with a coolant kit
ask how i been, i been boolin’, b+tch
opps need to stop, they ain’t doin’ sh+t
yeah, i’m known to slam an opp, i ain’t provin’ sh+t
get the drop to your block and removin’ sh+t
caught him by himself and we blew his sh+t
[chorus]
uh, huh, yeah, yeah, man of the year, huh, huh, huh
put the glock to his face, hands in the air, huh
huh, slang the drac’ his way, hit him everywhere
f+ck n+gga do not dare, opps, i do not spare
[outro]
n+gga
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