This a fuego production
Straight from the beat to the heat
On god
On god
On god
Ice on my wrist
It was cold when I shot bricks
Had a lil practice
I used to go out the saddest
I'm in the stu' with real
And young majesty
Bitches comin in and they go
Wait I overheard that is bro
Charge it to the game
And stick to the code
Want only one night
Unless you want more
We can hop in 2-door
Hop in the whip
Press on the gas
Then floor it
The world it can be yours
Only if I make you mine
Keep me in the loop when you lie
Havn't been the best to each other
That's right
F*ck it I go get a bag
And get her watch
So we can get on the same timing
Bitches be slimey, grimey
Mixed personalities
I'm Mely
She Miley
She did me wrong, smiling
I left the club with some bitches
And monyun
When shit get hot
It could get popped
Like a bag of funyuns
She said my shit hot
When my shit drop
I love you
Come smoke on an onion
Blunt it's last puff
Bottle at it's last drop
This could be my last song
You could be my mascot
Mask up
Slip on the rubber
Then go undercover
F*cking one hoe
Make the other one jealous
That's why when one come
They come together
I pulled up in one car
But I left with two broads
I pulled up with one gar
But I left with two grams
They gave it to me
Cuz I'm The Man
Love to see me do my money dance
I was down bad
She was in the stands
Now im up Ima throw her bands
I have shit to do
I was kicking the can
Pick up the cup
Now Im off on a tangent
Pick up the mic
Feelings on my chest
I know if I try
Then I'll get a check
Fuego Jason - The Man Lyrics
Fuego Jason - The Man Lyrics
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This a fuego production
Straight from the beat to the heat
On god
On god
On god
Ice on my wrist
It was cold when I shot bricks
Had a lil practice
I used to go out the saddest
I'm in the stu' with real
And young majesty
Bitches comin in and they go
Wait I overheard that is bro
Charge it to the game
And stick to the code
Want only one night
Unless you want more
We can hop in 2-door
Hop in the whip
Press on the gas
Then floor it
The world it can be yours
Only if I make you mine
Keep me in the loop when you lie
Havn't been the best to each other
That's right
F*ck it I go get a bag
And get her watch
So we can get on the same timing
Bitches be slimey, grimey
Mixed personalities
I'm Mely
She Miley
She did me wrong, smiling
I left the club with some bitches
And monyun
When shit get hot
It could get popped
Like a bag of funyuns
She said my shit hot
When my shit drop
I love you
Come smoke on an onion
Blunt it's last puff
Bottle at it's last drop
This could be my last song
You could be my mascot
Mask up
Slip on the rubber
Then go undercover
F*cking one hoe
Make the other one jealous
That's why when one come
They come together
I pulled up in one car
But I left with two broads
I pulled up with one gar
But I left with two grams
They gave it to me
Cuz I'm The Man
Love to see me do my money dance
I was down bad
She was in the stands
Now im up Ima throw her bands
I have shit to do
I was kicking the can
Pick up the cup
Now Im off on a tangent
Pick up the mic
Feelings on my chest
I know if I try
Then I'll get a check
Straight from the beat to the heat
On god
On god
On god
Ice on my wrist
It was cold when I shot bricks
Had a lil practice
I used to go out the saddest
I'm in the stu' with real
And young majesty
Bitches comin in and they go
Wait I overheard that is bro
Charge it to the game
And stick to the code
Want only one night
Unless you want more
We can hop in 2-door
Hop in the whip
Press on the gas
Then floor it
The world it can be yours
Only if I make you mine
Keep me in the loop when you lie
Havn't been the best to each other
That's right
F*ck it I go get a bag
And get her watch
So we can get on the same timing
Bitches be slimey, grimey
Mixed personalities
I'm Mely
She Miley
She did me wrong, smiling
I left the club with some bitches
And monyun
When shit get hot
It could get popped
Like a bag of funyuns
She said my shit hot
When my shit drop
I love you
Come smoke on an onion
Blunt it's last puff
Bottle at it's last drop
This could be my last song
You could be my mascot
Mask up
Slip on the rubber
Then go undercover
F*cking one hoe
Make the other one jealous
That's why when one come
They come together
I pulled up in one car
But I left with two broads
I pulled up with one gar
But I left with two grams
They gave it to me
Cuz I'm The Man
Love to see me do my money dance
I was down bad
She was in the stands
Now im up Ima throw her bands
I have shit to do
I was kicking the can
Pick up the cup
Now Im off on a tangent
Pick up the mic
Feelings on my chest
I know if I try
Then I'll get a check
Writer: Fuego Jason
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid