Man of the Year lyrics

by

Raq Baby



[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 di*k while I rub her butt
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 butt
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
Nobody claimed her, I had to come stain the ho
I'ma just cut the b*tch off 'fore I hang the ho
Hella 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 your pants up, I just want fellatio
Keep a blick, 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 the 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 retarded
Baby ain't mine, b*tch, we goin' to see Maury
Used to play with the Spalding, we f*ckin' with 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 balled it
She didn't want me back then, tryna let me f*ck now, straight hang up when she call me
Who tried to kill 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 di*k
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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