Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the sidelines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
I say im the man cuz i gotta be swag on a thousand looking like i hit the lottery
Swag on these clowns no apologies big dog when im walking pussy nigga pardon me
Ya face could go where milk cartons be pockets on swole told the banker dolly parton me
I fell in love with them hunneds i f*cked up the game now its right where i want it
With all of my demons confronted i keep haters sick to they stomach
They know i wont stop i get cream of the crop while the peasants gotta deal with the rubbish
Im way beyond average im setting the bar you could aim for my spot but dont take it to far
Kuz i got my shit on me its not in the car ill leave you where you standing then i beat the charge
And im just being honest i made myself a promise that i kill competition everybody get demolished
My guns is well polished and you could get abolished
Bitch im the motherf*ckin man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the sidelines they fans hoe
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the side lines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
I dont do good with the extras i keep it thuggin always applying pressure
If im in the lead its by measures unlock my flow but never find the hidden treasure
Im nice with my moves its like tetris the tons getting weighed by the metric
You gone need a retainer some kind of restrainer because i been entertaining like cedric
The fans sending love and its driving me i put all that bullshit aside of me
If i have a distaste trust me i know my place but on gawd imma deal with it priveitly
These kowards keep begging for peace i keep it brief they know my office in the street
I kall the shots imma a chief watch how you speak i keep it sour i aint sweet
And you could get left on the curb i swear to god thats my word
I know you niggas is herbs all i do is smoke herbs you niggas obsurd
Yall aint got bread but when it come to this flow you know im the man if you talk then you dead
Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they wacth from the sidelines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the side lines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
FRANK WHYTE - The Man Lyrics
FRANK WHYTE - The Man Lyrics
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Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the sidelines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
I say im the man cuz i gotta be swag on a thousand looking like i hit the lottery
Swag on these clowns no apologies big dog when im walking pussy nigga pardon me
Ya face could go where milk cartons be pockets on swole told the banker dolly parton me
I fell in love with them hunneds i f*cked up the game now its right where i want it
With all of my demons confronted i keep haters sick to they stomach
They know i wont stop i get cream of the crop while the peasants gotta deal with the rubbish
Im way beyond average im setting the bar you could aim for my spot but dont take it to far
Kuz i got my shit on me its not in the car ill leave you where you standing then i beat the charge
And im just being honest i made myself a promise that i kill competition everybody get demolished
My guns is well polished and you could get abolished
Bitch im the motherf*ckin man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the sidelines they fans hoe
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the side lines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
I dont do good with the extras i keep it thuggin always applying pressure
If im in the lead its by measures unlock my flow but never find the hidden treasure
Im nice with my moves its like tetris the tons getting weighed by the metric
You gone need a retainer some kind of restrainer because i been entertaining like cedric
The fans sending love and its driving me i put all that bullshit aside of me
If i have a distaste trust me i know my place but on gawd imma deal with it priveitly
These kowards keep begging for peace i keep it brief they know my office in the street
I kall the shots imma a chief watch how you speak i keep it sour i aint sweet
And you could get left on the curb i swear to god thats my word
I know you niggas is herbs all i do is smoke herbs you niggas obsurd
Yall aint got bread but when it come to this flow you know im the man if you talk then you dead
Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they wacth from the sidelines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the side lines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the sidelines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
I say im the man cuz i gotta be swag on a thousand looking like i hit the lottery
Swag on these clowns no apologies big dog when im walking pussy nigga pardon me
Ya face could go where milk cartons be pockets on swole told the banker dolly parton me
I fell in love with them hunneds i f*cked up the game now its right where i want it
With all of my demons confronted i keep haters sick to they stomach
They know i wont stop i get cream of the crop while the peasants gotta deal with the rubbish
Im way beyond average im setting the bar you could aim for my spot but dont take it to far
Kuz i got my shit on me its not in the car ill leave you where you standing then i beat the charge
And im just being honest i made myself a promise that i kill competition everybody get demolished
My guns is well polished and you could get abolished
Bitch im the motherf*ckin man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the sidelines they fans hoe
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the side lines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
I dont do good with the extras i keep it thuggin always applying pressure
If im in the lead its by measures unlock my flow but never find the hidden treasure
Im nice with my moves its like tetris the tons getting weighed by the metric
You gone need a retainer some kind of restrainer because i been entertaining like cedric
The fans sending love and its driving me i put all that bullshit aside of me
If i have a distaste trust me i know my place but on gawd imma deal with it priveitly
These kowards keep begging for peace i keep it brief they know my office in the street
I kall the shots imma a chief watch how you speak i keep it sour i aint sweet
And you could get left on the curb i swear to god thats my word
I know you niggas is herbs all i do is smoke herbs you niggas obsurd
Yall aint got bread but when it come to this flow you know im the man if you talk then you dead
Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they wacth from the sidelines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
Bitch im the motherf*cking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places that you cant go
They gone play the hate like a banjo they watch from the side lines they fans tho
They prolly aint heard im the man hoe
Writer: frank brice
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