Schoolboy Q - Man Of The Year
Дата добавления: 02 сентября 2017
Формат: mp3
Исполнители: Schoolboy Q
Битрейт: 320 Kbps
Размер: 8.26 Mb
Продолжительность: 03:36
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[Chorus – x3:]
Bruh, I see girls everywhere,
Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here.
Shake it for the man of the year,
Uh, man of the year, man of the... Bounce!
[Verse 1:]
Home of the party and the trees,
Sunny land of the G's, please, let a nigga breathe,
Tank top, top down for the breeze,
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed, peace, love, enemies.
Nigga, I ain't come for the beef,
You ain't know she came for the skeet? Got pipe for the cheeks.
Nigga, I'm the life of the beat,
Fuck that, this year gotta eat, bounce for the crown,
You be hatin' and I still hold it down.
When you ‘round, man, the girls never lounge, man, I heard you a hound,
Bruh, man, that bitch need a pound,
Tip-tip-tip, bounce out her gown, hands high to the sound.
Uh, yeah, I'm the rich nigga now,
Bitch, I'm the talk of the town, make a bitch run her mouth.
Go south for the boy,
Pop down to the floor... Bounce!
[Chorus – x3]
[Verse 2:]
Home of the slangin' on the curb,
Weed cards, every corner sell herb, what's a fly to a bird?
Nigga, I could pitch you a curb,
Let this real shit occur, make mills from a verb.
Nigga cop a crib in the burbs, nigga,
You ain't said nothing but a word, smoke something for ya nerve.
Home of the paid on the first,
Then nigga goin' broke by the third, bounce for the crown.
Fast forward gettin' real, tell me now,
Every dog need a cat to meow every once in a while.
I see hands in the crowds,
See whites, blacks blazin' a pound, jumpin' around,
Tits, ass bump out her gown.
Bounce from the ground, hype for the sound,
This verse straight from the morgue,
Pop down from the floor... Bounce!
[Chorus – x3]
Bruh, I see girls everywhere,
Titty, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here.
Shake it for the man of the year,
Uh, man of the year, man of the... Bounce!
[Verse 1:]
Home of the party and the trees,
Sunny land of the G's, please, let a nigga breathe,
Tank top, top down for the breeze,
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed, peace, love, enemies.
Nigga, I ain't come for the beef,
You ain't know she came for the skeet? Got pipe for the cheeks.
Nigga, I'm the life of the beat,
Fuck that, this year gotta eat, bounce for the crown,
You be hatin' and I still hold it down.
When you ‘round, man, the girls never lounge, man, I heard you a hound,
Bruh, man, that bitch need a pound,
Tip-tip-tip, bounce out her gown, hands high to the sound.
Uh, yeah, I'm the rich nigga now,
Bitch, I'm the talk of the town, make a bitch run her mouth.
Go south for the boy,
Pop down to the floor... Bounce!
[Chorus – x3]
[Verse 2:]
Home of the slangin' on the curb,
Weed cards, every corner sell herb, what's a fly to a bird?
Nigga, I could pitch you a curb,
Let this real shit occur, make mills from a verb.
Nigga cop a crib in the burbs, nigga,
You ain't said nothing but a word, smoke something for ya nerve.
Home of the paid on the first,
Then nigga goin' broke by the third, bounce for the crown.
Fast forward gettin' real, tell me now,
Every dog need a cat to meow every once in a while.
I see hands in the crowds,
See whites, blacks blazin' a pound, jumpin' around,
Tits, ass bump out her gown.
Bounce from the ground, hype for the sound,
This verse straight from the morgue,
Pop down from the floor... Bounce!
[Chorus – x3]
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