Lyrics Cream Soda - Mani DM

I can't see them but they hating for no reason
I still got a prov but soon come fast lane steady breezin'
Don't mean driving but I do think they can see this
Don't open up like a book so you can't just fuckin' read this
I ain't rolling in a Prius, ain't up in a Toyota
Ain't doing Kilo Juggs but I'm listening to mota in a motor
Tryna get A&W like Cream Soda
Can't wife you sniffing onna

Everybody tryna tell me bruddah Mani stick to rapping
So I do it never cappin', and I do it without trappin'
Slow and steady wins the race soon come I'm steady lappin
Batty slappin' when we link up, I'm really on the chattin'
To you I'm nothing but a black yute, that raps too, looks a lot older probably had yutes
I've never had a girlfriend, chick curves me I'll take that girls friend
Dance, give a spin and we'll see just how that twirl ends
I see man hating for no reason and it's fucked up
I'm out tryna conversate girls when I'm lovestruck
Couple more drinks an imma dumb fuck
I ain't got a gun tucked, I'm comfy like a young buck you know
No problems cos' you're young still
Don't do it cos your mum will
Fifa gonna run bills up
Aye
I'm just tryna win the cup
Lift it Up, Lift it Up, Lift it Up

I can't see them but they hating for no reason
I still got a prov but soon come fast lane steady breezin'
Don't mean driving but I do think they can see this
Don't open up like a book so you can't just fuckin' read this
I ain't rolling in a Prius, ain't up in a Toyota
Ain't doing Kilo Juggs but I'm listening to mota in a motor
Tryna get A&W like Cream Soda
Can't wife you sniffing onna

Personality's calm, and everything is well
But I cant wife you cos you're a Jezebel
This ain't a serious ting come on can't you tell
But you can always chat to me if you ain't feeling well
More time I'd rather bun a zoot and see I'm chilling back
You won't meet another nigga who's realer that's facts
To be honest I'm just tryna go across the map
Bora Bora widda sweet one the fattest of backs
If I die through my music resurrected
My childhood part neglected, and only few receptive
Heard my tunes now she wanna be elected, sorry girl
Dybala to United the deal is not accepted
I'm just tryna get my cheque up now why you tryna checkup now
Forget affiliations
Tryna' switch my occupation
And cross these nations
That's again and again and

I can't see them but they hating for no reason
I still got a prov but soon come fast lane steady breezin'
Don't mean driving but I do think they can see this
Don't open up like a book so you can't just fuckin' read this
I ain't rolling in a Prius, ain't up in a Toyota
Ain't doing Kilo Juggs but I'm listening to mota in a motor
Tryna get A&W like Cream Soda
Can't wife you sniffing onna coca

You gotta pace up
See I'm nothing but a bag chaser
Write up in my life and scribble I got the eraser
That's For a faker moving like Price's Tits
Lighter Zoot Igniting This
Tryna beat but I'm cutting at the slightest whiff
My flows 50 Barrett call, hits harder than a sniper hits
I'm too cold see a nigga gets a writers' twitch
You ain't seen a bruddahs Calibre a type like this
I write like this on the regular you ain't heard
Won't see me often that's Cos you're a bait bird
Need to prioritise work but I late learn
True say you're never my girl but we take turns
Yeah I hate how it's temporary
Every time we meet you see I'm deeping that it's scary
Can't help it I just gotta keep my guard up
Sorry B its hard-luck, I'm looking for A W