Man Of The Year

Yea yea yea yeah!

Rap shit, guns everywhere

Titties, ass, hands in the air

So party over here,

strictly for the man of the year, uh

Ma-man of the year

Ma-man of the bounce

Rap shit, guns everywhere

Titties, ass, hands in the air

So party over here,

strictly for the man of the year, uh

Ma-man of the year

Ma-man of the bounce

Rap shit, guns everywhere

Titties, ass, hands in the air

So party over here,

strictly for the man of the year, uh

Ma-man of the year

Ma-man of the bounce

home of the party and the trees

Sunny la- land of the Gs

Please let a nigga breathe

Tank top, top down for the breeze

Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed,

Peace, love, enemies

Nigga, I ain't come for the beef

You ain't know she came for the skeet,

Got bites for the cheeks,

Nigga, I'm the life of the beat

Fuck that this year, gotta eat

Bounce for the crown

You be hating and I still hold it down

When you around, man,

the girls never lounge

Man, I heard you a hound

Rock man that bitch need a pound

Tip-tip-tip bounce out of gown,

to the Hiendside sound

Yeah, I'm the rich nigga now

I'm the talk of the town

Make a bitch run her mouth,

Go south of the border

Down to the floor

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Yea yea yea yeah!

Rap shit, guns everywhere

Titties, ass, hands in the air

So party over here,

strictly for the man of the year, uh

Ma-man of the year

Ma-man of the bounce

Rap shit, guns everywhere

Titties, ass, hands in the air

So party over here,

strictly for the man of the year, uh

Ma-man of the year

Ma-man of the bounce

Rap shit, guns everywhere

Titties, ass, hands in the air

So party over here,

strictly for the man of the year, uh

Ma-man of the year

Ma-man of the bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Home of the slanging on the curb

Weed cards, every corner sell herb,

What you fly to a bird?

Nigga, I could pitch you a curb

Or Let this real shit occur

Make mills from a verse

Watch me cop a crib in the burbs

Nigga, you ain't said nothing

but a word

Smoke something for your nerves

Home of the paid on the 1st

Then a nigga going broke by the 3rd

Bounce for the crown

Fast forward, getting real,

tell me now

Every dog need a cat

to meow every once in a while

I see hands in the crowds

See whites, blacks blazing a pound,

Jump-jumping around

Everything bounce,

bounce from the ground

Hype from the sound

This verse right from the morgue

Down from the floor

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Yea yea yea yeah!

Rap shit, guns everywhere

Titties, ass, hands in the air

So party over here,

strictly for the man of the year, uh

Ma-man of the year

Ma-man of the bounce

Rap shit, guns everywhere

Titties, ass, hands in the air

So party over here,

strictly for the man of the year, uh

Ma-man of the year

Ma-man of the bounce

Rap shit, guns everywhere

Titties, ass, hands in the air

So party over here,

strictly for the man of the year, uh

Ma-man of the year

Ma-man of the bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce