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samsonyte - man of the year lyrics

[pre-chorus]
straight up wait up
you wanna sleep with me b-tch you know i’m paid up
love when you take off that make-up
and come to the room and we make love (yeah)
straight up wait up you wanna f-ck with me
b-tch you know i’m paid up
paid up paid up yeah i’m paid up
(oh yeah yeah oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah )

[chorus]
yeah i feel like the man of the year (of the year)
yeah we don’t pop xans over here (oh no no no no)
yeah i can really see it all clear
i’m gonna kick it into gear yeah i gotta persevere
yea i feel like the man of the year (of the year)
yeah we don’t pop xans over here (oh no no no no)
i can really see it all clear
i’m gonna kick it into gear yeah i gotta persevere (yeah)

[verse 1]
i’m done doing this i’ve been tweakin’
sick and tired of doing this every single weekend
all i do is get throat we drinkin’ smoke whiskey and c0ke slippery slope ohh
but then i started peepin’ all the bullsh-t around me and then upgraded my thinkin’ i have control in
i’m on the road to the riches from rags get the packs and i’m coast
yeah aye yo i’m still on plan a i’m 10 toes down stickin’ to the plan
i will never change the man i am
but i evolve and be even more grand even more bands
in my bank account i need the lumps i need that money for my family and my friends
like do you really understand who you’re dealing with
told you i’m the man i’m the n-gga i’m the n-gga i am

[chorus:]
yeah i feel like the man of the year (of the year)
yeah we don’t pop xans over here (oh no no no no)
yeah i can really see it all clear
i’m gonna kick it into gear yeah i gotta persevere
yea i feel like the man of the year (of the year)
yeah we don’t pop xans over here (oh no no no no)
i can really see it all clear
i’m gonna kick it into gear yeah i gotta persevere (yeah)

[verse 2:]
aye aye i’m trynna go platinum like my hair (like my hair)
the clapback but i’m trappin’ like a snare (uhh)
get back on the bench why you in my chair (in my chair)
cut you off the team leave you over there
getting to it like its do or die running out of time (woah)
working on a 9 whats a 9 to 5 (woah)
i’m in this sh-t to win cuttin’ all ties (aye)
yeah they’re lookin’ mad tell them all bye
cutting people out my life and homie i ain’t had a choice
carrying the weight around here like i’m on ‘roids (uhh)
i ain’t never finna let them rob me of my joy (uhh)
yeah you do a lot of talking you ain’t scoring points (uhh)
i ain’t famous yet but i’m on the map (on the map)
old friends trynna compliment my raps (on my raps)
money on my mind dallas on my back (on my back)
i ain’t signing if the paper looking whack

- samsonyte lyrics

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