Chris Ash - The Man (feat. Bonez) [Life Simulator Remix] paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Man (feat. Bonez) [Life Simulator Remix] - Chris Ash



Bet you didn't know I'm the motherfuckin' man
I've got the whole world in the palm of my hands
I've got it in my palm, I'm bout to ball on all you motherfuckers
And you can't compare me to any and all you other suckers
Now, I don't have it made
All these haters gonna hate
And I don't got much to say
Get the fuck up out my face
Until I get a model out the hall and in to swallow
I'll be smokin' Rocky Mountain
Shout out to Colorado
Think I need another bottle
Homie faced it, full throttle
Got her revvin' up my engine
Switchin' gears, this is the motto
Peace and love and apathy
Sprinkle a spark of insanity
Swimmin', I'm swimmin', no manatee
She with me, she teachin' anatomy
But wait, wait, what the fuck do you mean
You say that Ash isn't doing a thing
Then why do I have such a wonderful team
Promoters and managers give me a ring
She said oh Senpai, eat it like a Pad Thai
Asian persuasion got me ringin' just like a landline
Bet you didn't know I'm the motherfuckin' man
I've got the whole world in the palm of my hands
I've got it in my palm, I'm bout to ball on all you motherfuckers
And you can't compare me to any and all you other suckers
Now this baby girl thicker than a Dairy Queen blizzard
Work my magic like a wizard, then I'm bouncin' like I'm Tigger
Hit my limit sippin' liquor
Bitches thirsty, grab a pitcher
Now, let me throw a curve, I'm still a home run hitter
Cover all my bases on an everyday basis
Same shit, different day, just new faces
Homie fix your vision, I'm not talkin' bout Lasic
Last strike, 401K bitch, save it
Came from the bottom bruh, the bed's still in the basement
Remember rappin' at my momma's house I was making
Sure to be quiet, so she didn't hear me say shit
Now I'm screamin' fuck the fuck off on stage bitch
Dude, fuck your feelings, no rubber, all creampie
You know the boy's tighter than the denim in my Levi's
Talkin' all that talk online, you're askin' for a stream snipe
Cryin' fuck Chris Ash, but only in your dreams right
Aye son, I'm back at it again
So you better scrap your notepad, get to tossin' your pen
It's time to get complicated before you get annhilated
No response
So I wasted gettin' vaccinated
And waited for something ill to finally give me a sickness
But now you all are mad cause I'm speakin' the realest
You can say you hit me up when I'm turnin' it down
So keep throwin' your shade whenever I'm not around
You're down in the abyss, your music can finally dismiss
What's my thesis, your shit nullifies cranial kinesis
Is this too much information for your weak intellect
Callin' Bonez a pimp
I am here to collect
I don't smoke enough, won't hesitate smokin' you
Make me call a squad to destroy your palace too
Makin' you nauseous, makin' you very cautious
If you don't even notice
Then get with the fuckin' process
Clear your ego
Put that shit below
Hide these skeletons, Keepin' all my secrets so
I'm putting in my efforts the most that I can
By the end of the day I'm the motherfuckin' man, bitch
Bet you didn't know I'm the motherfuckin' man
I've got the whole world in the palm of my hands
I've got it in my palm, I'm bout to ball on all you motherfuckers
And you can't compare me to any and all you other suckers
Now I don't switch hit
Watch your pitch bitch
Watch your tone, don't you end up on my shitlist
I fly away like I'm screaming fuck physics
I'm immature but that's just the way it is bitch
I don't need fine wine
I'd rather drink it from a bag
And I don't need High Times
Okay, so what's your cheapest wraps
No, we're not royals
Ayyo, Lorde can come and get it though
The spoils
Yeah, they're comin' to the victor, hoe
That Valhalla
Ball dropper, Non-stopper
Check your OtterBox
Knock it off your Pop Socket
Got my collar popped
I'm Toby's Spider-Man walking
Good thing The Homie Printz just smoked The Green Goblin
Bet you didn't know I'm the motherfuckin' man, bitch
I've got the whole world in the palm of my hands
I've got it in my palm, I'm bout to ball on all you motherfuckers
And you can't compare me to any and all you other suckers



Writer(s): Tyler Grant


Chris Ash - Bizzy
Album Bizzy
date de sortie
27-03-2021




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