paroles de chanson Where Ya Man at ? - MNM tr , F 8 K

Where the mans at?
Who be rocking with me
Where your mans at
I see you acting lonely
Where the bands at
About to blow some money
On a honey
Take it from booth
Blow the top like a roof

Packing up
Telling these bitches I'm stacking up
Pressing they mans till they backing up
Too holy it's like I'm trapping nuns
Been here for a while still ain't slacking up
Tr the rapper I'm starting up
I know niggas that really got the cars and guns
But the only time you shooting is when you jerking off
Dead
I'm up y'all still in bed
Working hard tryna get more bread
But you burnt yours already
How about a toast to that
And a flow to that
Just to show you that
I been studying the game so long
Right now it's starting to feel like i was born to rap
Have a thought to that
Another toast to that
I ain't post to brag
But I've been rolling through the city with your hoes and mehn
Nearly all of em got hoes to lap
Or something close to that
Alright that was close to cap
But as a boy from the north you'd agree that i'm posed to cap
Mallam born to rap
Mallam btr
Now this beat needs CPR
F8K d to the elv bring this back to life

F8K yeah, you can't jack my swag
Load up the choppa ain't come to rap
Stay with the heat gotta get the strap
Fuck it, yeah I'm on that paper route
Popping my shit i'm gon clear em doubts
My homie be telling ain't giving daps
I know he a rat, we gon slime him out
Got him so high, gotta drop him off
My bitch she a ten, Still ain't showing off
These niggas be plotting gotta watch em all
If she on her period then I'll take the top
Drop off the load yeah we got the spot
Tryna run off we gon drop the boy
So many shit I done did in the dark
Back in the trap we was flippin the pack
I was dead broke and I'll never go back
Niggas be fucking your bitch on low
I'll send the pack for the low
I'm on that mud ain't tryna no boat

Where the mans at?
Who be rocking with me
Where your mans at
I see you acting lonely
Where the bands at
About to blow some money
On a honey
Take it from booth
Blow the top like a roof

Niggas faking
Like they merking
Man it's just disgusting
Straight disgusting
How the flow stinky
Can't afford the rollie
Then don't talk about it
Drop the folly
Niggas know that I go all in
It ain't all about money
I don't move like that
Ain't about the squad
My nigga you could step right back
I take it a hit and get it done ain't heard it bounce like that
Take a hit and stay down
No we bounce right back
Dreams are fickle
Gotta stay up
Tryna get to the pinnacle
Spare me all the ridicule
Say I don't move like that
Gotta stay up
Steady working hard
Grinding hard
I'll stay up till the crack of dawn
You know how it go

Where the mans at?
Who be rocking with me
Where your mans at
I see you acting lonely
Where the bands at
About to blow some money
On a honey
Take it from booth
Blow the top like a roof