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letra de man of the year - rich homie quan

see, i won number two,
quit feeling like the man of the year
(man of the year!)
and i bet n-gg- can’t understand hundred grands
i need pants over here
kiss your girl, i’mma hit her from the back,
put my hands on the hip
(i’mma f-ck your b-tch!)
and i don’t smoke.. but i see your man’
..compet-tion on me, call everything i say so real
and that little.. on an ap, got a n-gg- so chill!
(i’m shining!)
and i got a’
and i was looking lean,
i ain’t been in front of one’
(no, n-gg-!)
gotta find that..
(sounds firm!)
i told my n-gg-s all the’ got here dashing over skills
if they don’t like me, n-gg-, i really don’t give a f-ck how you feel
i’mma tell you out here, they don’t let a b-tch feel,
do you know i keep my dreams filled with money?
(i do!)

he never met a n-gg- like me before!
that pistol on me, i keep it exposed (f-ck!)
i didn’t made a million dollars and i didn’t sell my song
(i’m rich, n-gg-!)
tell the foe that i got it,
and i didn’t went to college, brand new car and ‘
hey! i can tell one’
i can say two words, made the penny dead dry like
the young n-gg-s truly have it with ’em guns, n-gg-, spray!
and i do whatever i say, ok!
cause i got a brand new ‘
she all on my d-ck, now it’s all on her face
see a n-gg- getting rich,..
i didn’t got a’ with a babe on the way
say a .. don’t say my grace
more money, more polo plan’
we’re getting money this way
(get money!)
you broke, i see your face!

she … for my sh-t
i don’t mind getting close
feeling like the man of the year!
i don’t mind getting close
feeling like the man of the year!
but they’ll let me in with two’
feeling like the man of the year!

you don’t want the man of the year
get a fan over here, a hundred grands over here!
oh n-gg-, and i still spend money that i made like that money, n-gg-
(all this money!)
with all this money i can do what i want, n-gg-!
(do what i want!)
with all this weed i prefer all my blunts are swishers
bounce to hard, lil n-gg-,
love free blow to wilson
(bowling, n-gg-!)
shoot out with your n-gg-s
you’re the type to throw the pistol!
(all scary!)
if it’s for shoot out with my n-gg-s,
i’m first to blow the pistol!
(believe that!)
and i know you… whatever i dismissed
you know i had to keep it in the family
now is in front of the whole system!
oh sh-t!
now her big brother..
he knows he got smashed by the homie
and no need no deposit,
cause you know a n-gg- walking with his homie
and i’mma hit that p-ssy when it’s fresh
girl, you’re in the morning,
cause it need the kissing.
it’s been four days, i’mma f-ck you like i miss you!
smoking all that weed, thinking all n-gg-s got issues
i’ve been locked up twice already for’
rpt about my first chain, h-ll, i remember (rpt)
‘so how can i forget you?
n-gg-, i’m still in the hood,
i’m still in the job, i’m still the same n-gg-!
my momma still about green’
ain’t nothing changed but the’
ain’t nothing lame about me, n-gg-s
i want it, i’m a bad, don’t ‘
secure ain’t check my bag, n-gg-!

- rich homie quan

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