Man of the Year Flo Rida (Ft. Brisco & Lil Wayne)
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[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, round three
I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
Cause, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Say, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Only [?] be amazed, blowing big in the coupe
Prada loafers on the pedal as the dons shoot through
Been accused before my court date
I'm at the Ritz hotel, eating skirt steak
By the way, I met this bitch named Jezabel
She say her brother keep them numbers on that fish scale
'Til she exhale, girl, I be a real nigga
I know you heard that before, but I'ma deal wit you
On the low, Young Money help me sleep safe
If I rent some Weezy P and send a briefcase
I'm pimpalicious, explicit, and it's the way I live it
After we fuck, we can trade in your Honda Civic
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, round three
I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
Cause, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Say, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, round three
I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
Cause, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Say, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
[Verse 1: Brisco]
Only [?] be amazed, blowing big in the coupe
Prada loafers on the pedal as the dons shoot through
Been accused before my court date
I'm at the Ritz hotel, eating skirt steak
By the way, I met this bitch named Jezabel
She say her brother keep them numbers on that fish scale
'Til she exhale, girl, I be a real nigga
I know you heard that before, but I'ma deal wit you
On the low, Young Money help me sleep safe
If I rent some Weezy P and send a briefcase
I'm pimpalicious, explicit, and it's the way I live it
After we fuck, we can trade in your Honda Civic
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Damn, I done walked in here
Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, round three
I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
Cause, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
Say, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
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