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Goddamn, I feel like the man Freshman of the year, I woke up like the man Never poppin' Xans, 'cause they killin' me, damn When you got the money, they be tryin' be your friend Okay, this a lame ass beat Walk up on your b*t*h, my d**k eight feet deep Why he talking out his lip? He know ain't sh*t sweet Ayy, ayy, your block I'm gon' sweep Ayy, ayy, bussdown, not regular face (What?) Ayy, chasin' blues like DaBaby (What?) Ayy, swervin 'round with cake (What?) Ayy, dropped out, no I didn't graduate man I feel like the man, I feel like the man I feel like the man, I feel like the man I feel like the man, I feel like the man Real hot girl sh*t, aah b*t*h, I'm with your man, tryna see what the hit for Post a new pic for a b*t*h I'ma sh*t on Big bag talk, make that little money get gone I love cash, I be in the back, tryna get it on I'm gettin' money, I ain't even mad atcha' Rich b*t*h sh*t, I'm might throw a bag atcha' Speakin' on my name only make it sound better Your n***a in my DM, and he write love-letters Say that booty looking softer than Hawaiian rolls I be in the gym, I'm your girls' body-goals Flexin' on the gram do it for the mad hoes Everything I do they watchin' me like I'm on parole Couple of these b*t*hes n***as on my block list Drop a screenshot if I wanna start sh*t I ain't f**ked your man, that ain't how I rock sis' I just took him to the bank to make a deposit, aah I feel like the man, I feel like the man I feel like the man, I feel like the man I feel like the man, I feel like the man Mmm-mmm, yeah-yeah, mmm She see body, when she lookin' at a young n***a I f**k her good, now she talk about a young n***a And I don't understand these b*t*hes, why they like me I put it in, now she wanna act so feisty Now she say she worth it, but she ain't worth it I put them diamonds on my wrist, and now she want me I swear you n***as always lookin' like y'all know me I put them diamonds on my neck, and now they want it And now she wanna get it right now And I'ma let her go for right now And when she talkin' 'bout she 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it And when I'm 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it, mmm, 'bout it I feel like the man, I feel like the man I feel like the man, I feel like the man I feel like the man, I feel like the man Everybody know my name Ringin' bell, ringin' bell like the hallway I ain't gotta cap in no motherf**king rap I whip out and air it out broad day I got in with the stick, and I'm with that Break a n***a in half like a Kit-Kat I been tryna' be positive mama They ain't f**kin' wit' Jonathan, mama Who you know put they motherf**kin' self on the map And now they don't owe nobody sh*t I send one of my lil' n***as, come take you off You get laid on the floor by a jit Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket The police they know I'm legit The police they know I got sticks They be worried about me, they know I'ma click These n***as they know I'm a dawg, I ain't worried about him I know he a b*t*h The next n***a that come play with me I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic They say I'm the hottest new n***a Go check the thermometer, that n***a sick n***a must have a fever or somethin' Heard he was born up on Cleveland or somethin' Let me give you a history lesson We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 I ain't sayin that none of that matter If somebody touch me, then somebody die Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? How you make him rewind and replay that? Who you know get a fade once a week And ain't tryna get waves, f**k a motherf**kin' wave-cap Everytime that the DJ play "Suge" n***as throw up they arm like a motherf**kin' racetrack Everytime that my babygirl see me, she run And say "Daddy", I love when she say that Everytime I hit one of my moves, all the b*t*hes go crazy They like how I do that I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this b*t*h f**k around, and walked down in a trenchcoat They gon' have to put me with the greats Wanna f**k with me, she gotta wait On a yacht, with Mimi and the kids There's four of us, we're on the sea eatin' steak I ain't goin' ooh-ooh on a b*t*h I ain't goin out sad 'bout no hoe, I'm a pimp He keep bumpin' his motherf**kin' gums We gon put his ass up like a motherf**kin' blimp Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes' that's gon' get him Exposed, he a muhf**kin simp You know he keep that thang on him baby Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp I 'on't care bout this motherf**kin' chain But I still bust your motherf**kin' brain Just got head on a motherf**king plane Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth End up f**kin' yo' hoe from the back I knew hoe for a day, she won't ghost, she the swoup And these n***as ain't livin like that, why he talkin' so gangsta? Your boy, he a fluke They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb They know Baby was just in Miami Now he in LA, n***a think he LeBron They know Baby go baby on baby But five years ago, n***as say he was Jon I touch down at the front of the plane And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton While he drive me around, I be blowin' out pressure I'm chillin' backseat with the iron
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