Lyrics:
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man
The evil man
Yeah I'm the man
I'm the man
The one you hate
Don't you understand
He's like me
Intro:
Hello, it's me again
Look, I'm sorry for leaving you all alone
But I changed my ways and now I need
Oh Mr. Smiles
Oh oooh ohh
Yeah, Mr. Smiles
Yeah
I tip toe in Paris.
I Tip toe in Paris in Paris
I-
Tip toe in Paris in Paris,
While trying to dodge you.
I tip toe in. Paris
I tip toe in
Little bro, and I from the same block but our pain different
Hoppin' GLE, I'm swervin', yeah, I'm lane switchin
Way too nonchalant , she try to treat
Bang, but they really don't do enough, tell me where you hang
I get the bag
Nigga, you a lame, I don't want shit to do with y'all
Niggas say they
Yeah, Don Ready, stay ready, yeah
Mr. Young Greatness, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, I had to pick it up
I was lookin' up to God like is this big enough
He
Been crying to many time for this nigga
I hurted myself more
For letting you in again
How the fuck could you play me
When I help you win
You took
She said, I never wished, I never wished, I never wished
I met you, well boohoo
I feel the same way too
She said, I never wished, I never wished, I
I've got some memories that I love I've got some memories
I've got some memories that I love I've got some memories
I've got some memories that I
Uh Boycare make I fitto
Gara dele na why I hit the road
On a sundayyy' ah
Woh'
Boys see me ah'teaser
Me I call my dealer
Today is ah Sunday I know
Tell me you like what you see Girl hmm
Like them sea sharks
I be the king of the sea yo oo
Girly no dey disturb
If you like make you bring love
Soon as I start my day, I pour a four I'm feelin' straight
She wanna slide but, bae, I'm catchin' plays, so I'mma be late
She wanna stay, but I start
Yeah
Stone
Back to my roots
I'm back I'm back I'm back I'm back
Back to my roots
Don't you hold me down
Nooo
Back to my roots
I'm back I'm back I
I be fresh as fuck, to the head to feet
Call me Mr. Clean
I don't want you bitch cause I'm mean
I'm tryna get green
Kick her out the way
Tell her go
There's a hole inside my pocket
That I just can't seem to patch
As I look for my last dollar on the floor
At the end of every week, I count what's
Stick around, pour another one and just stick around
Embrace me with the feeling that I need
Give me reason, give me hunger
Close to the ground, pour
Def Stunts and Racing
Is in the fucking building baby
I'm just coming out side to play
Where my homies that are riding
Tell em all break a leg
I
Empty room empty bed
Broken bottle I can't mend
Always living in my own head
I'm not listening to what is being said
Heavy heart crowded soul
Rusky baby
I never thought you were that type of girl no be so e be
Say the love thing wey be like felony
And you run go when I no get money
I never
She said I wanna go to MacLan, I can take you there Pull up in a dream killer, make all
The bitches stare Fly fat nigga, I ain't scared to pull up
I'm too legit to quit but you better quit
Cause if you act like a problem then I call em, to solve you quick
I been stacking dollars on dollars in this
I just wanna show you how I really care about you
When I make it to the top I cant be there without you
Beat the odds, shit on every nigga when they
Ay, ay
Got two twin glocks on me
You want beef, keep it discreet
I'm posted up with a Jesus piece
You know I'm loaded with that heat
Live my life
Only God can judge me, who is your honor I don't sip lean, I drink holy water
And my spirit clean, give thanks to my father And I got my sword with
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