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Mr. Man & K.i.D Video (MV)




Performed By: Kyle
Length: 2:10
Written by: Kyle Thomas Harvey




Kyle - Mr. Man & K.i.D Lyrics
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Yeah-yeah, yo, look

It's K.i.D, though, I need the big crib in Montecito
I'm sippin' Pinot, chain wetter than El Niño
Yeah, I'll do your song, but you better come with the fee
'Cause the only dude I'm talkin' 'bout free is my nigga Greedo
Talkin' to this baddie Latina from Encino
Said a nigga on some childish shit, like Gambino
Yeah, that's the love of his life, as far as he know
But that's the bust down of the night as far as we know
Haha, they could never be me
Man, the way it's lookin' my bookin' fee, it never be cheap
And it's 'cause the game is actually lackin' niggas who can really rap
Damn, y'all niggas really trash, someone call up Mr. Man

Uh, well f*ck it, let me get it then
All this talk 'bout where I been
Probably on an island with my lady friend
And I'm still ridin' down De Soto
Ever since the can you flows on Via Andelantado
They don't want it with the squad, though

I mean, yo, my nigga, dawg, it's been so long
How have you been? Yeah, uh
Yeah, what the f*ck are you even doin' here?
Bro, honestly, I was just goin' to pick up some weed
And I seen your, I seen your car parked
I mean, well, now that you're here, think we could get a quick twelve?
F*ck it

Okay, I'm checkin' in, doin' the dash, these niggas peddlin'
Cracked the moon roof like the medicine, niggas heaven sent
Niggas can't rap like this, too many Xans
The real is back, word to K.i.D and Mr. Man
These proven facts, stuffed to the coal
Been ten toes, in them dirty Chucks
Where is the f*cks I gave? Long gone
Still give none, so f*ck what you sayin' and then some
I'm Chuck Lee, said he up to somethin', might just be

Ayy, look, I'm really out here rappin' and snappin'
Ready for action, my faction niggas be cappin' like the top of they hat
See niggas talk about everythin' except for the facts
They wouldn't have much to say if they were talkin' 'bout that
Never mind, niggas missed out, think it's time to remind niggas
Ain't no plate at the table if they ain't put in the grind with us
Ain't no matchin' Rollie if they ain't put in the time with us
All these dull ass niggas tryin' to shine with us, no
Niggas wasn't breakin' bread with us when we was broke
Niggas say they in the race but they ain't comin' close
Niggas say they down but they ain't ten toes
Mr. Man and K.i.D, yeah, they already know
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Yeah-yeah, yo, look

It's K.i.D, though, I need the big crib in Montecito
I'm sippin' Pinot, chain wetter than El Niño
Yeah, I'll do your song, but you better come with the fee
'Cause the only dude I'm talkin' 'bout free is my nigga Greedo
Talkin' to this baddie Latina from Encino
Said a nigga on some childish shit, like Gambino
Yeah, that's the love of his life, as far as he know
But that's the bust down of the night as far as we know
Haha, they could never be me
Man, the way it's lookin' my bookin' fee, it never be cheap
And it's 'cause the game is actually lackin' niggas who can really rap
Damn, y'all niggas really trash, someone call up Mr. Man

Uh, well f*ck it, let me get it then
All this talk 'bout where I been
Probably on an island with my lady friend
And I'm still ridin' down De Soto
Ever since the can you flows on Via Andelantado
They don't want it with the squad, though

I mean, yo, my nigga, dawg, it's been so long
How have you been? Yeah, uh
Yeah, what the f*ck are you even doin' here?
Bro, honestly, I was just goin' to pick up some weed
And I seen your, I seen your car parked
I mean, well, now that you're here, think we could get a quick twelve?
F*ck it

Okay, I'm checkin' in, doin' the dash, these niggas peddlin'
Cracked the moon roof like the medicine, niggas heaven sent
Niggas can't rap like this, too many Xans
The real is back, word to K.i.D and Mr. Man
These proven facts, stuffed to the coal
Been ten toes, in them dirty Chucks
Where is the f*cks I gave? Long gone
Still give none, so f*ck what you sayin' and then some
I'm Chuck Lee, said he up to somethin', might just be

Ayy, look, I'm really out here rappin' and snappin'
Ready for action, my faction niggas be cappin' like the top of they hat
See niggas talk about everythin' except for the facts
They wouldn't have much to say if they were talkin' 'bout that
Never mind, niggas missed out, think it's time to remind niggas
Ain't no plate at the table if they ain't put in the grind with us
Ain't no matchin' Rollie if they ain't put in the time with us
All these dull ass niggas tryin' to shine with us, no
Niggas wasn't breakin' bread with us when we was broke
Niggas say they in the race but they ain't comin' close
Niggas say they down but they ain't ten toes
Mr. Man and K.i.D, yeah, they already know
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Writer: Kyle Thomas Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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