- ScHoolboy Q Man Of The Year 歌词
- ScHoolboy Q
- Yea yea yea yeah!
Rap shit, guns everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
So party over here,
strictly for the man of the year, uh
Ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
Rap shit, guns everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
So party over here,
strictly for the man of the year, uh
Ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
Rap shit, guns everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
So party over here,
strictly for the man of the year, uh
Ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
home of the party and the trees
Sunny la- land of the Gs
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 bites for the cheeks,
Nigga, I'm the life of the beat
Fuck that this year, gotta eat
Bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you around, man,
the girls never lounge
Man, I heard you a hound
Rock man that bitch need a pound
Tip-tip-tip bounce out of gown,
to the Hiendside sound
Yeah, I'm the rich nigga now
I'm the talk of the town
Make a bitch run her mouth,
Go south of the border
Down to the floor
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Yea yea yea yeah!
Rap shit, guns everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
So party over here,
strictly for the man of the year, uh
Ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
Rap shit, guns everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
So party over here,
strictly for the man of the year, uh
Ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
Rap shit, guns everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
So party over here,
strictly for the man of the year, uh
Ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Home of the slanging on the curb
Weed cards, every corner sell herb,
What you fly to a bird?
Nigga, I could pitch you a curb
Or Let this real shit occur
Make mills from a verse
Watch me cop a crib in the burbs
Nigga, you ain't said nothing
but a word
Smoke something for your nerves
Home of the paid on the 1st
Then a nigga going broke by the 3rd
Bounce for the crown
Fast forward, getting 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 blazing a pound,
Jump-jumping around
Everything bounce,
bounce from the ground
Hype from the sound
This verse right from the morgue
Down from the floor
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Yea yea yea yeah!
Rap shit, guns everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
So party over here,
strictly for the man of the year, uh
Ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
Rap shit, guns everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
So party over here,
strictly for the man of the year, uh
Ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
Rap shit, guns everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
So party over here,
strictly for the man of the year, uh
Ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
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