
Care Man YFN Lucci
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[Intro]
I'm the care man (Squat made the beat)
See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then (B100)
[Chorus]
Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man
See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then
She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them
See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player
Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them
They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them
He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah
You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him
[Verse 1]
Look, hit the block, yeah
Phone ringin' early, it ain't even seven o'clock, huh
The early bird get the worm, time to set up shop, yeah, uh
Serve you in a hurry
In the kitchen cookin' pot, thought it was curry, uh, uh
Whip an Audemar, go whip a Rollie, huh, yeah, uh
Run off with that pack, boy, this shit stolen, huh, yeah, uh
I know BG got that stick, see, he barely can tote it, yeah
Kay just hit a lick, best believe I put him on it, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
Hellraiser, caretaker, soul-taker
I just counted up like three mil', I want some more paper
If you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper
Uh, if you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper
I'm the care man (Squat made the beat)
See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then (B100)
[Chorus]
Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man
See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then
She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them
See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player
Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them
They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them
He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah
You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him
[Verse 1]
Look, hit the block, yeah
Phone ringin' early, it ain't even seven o'clock, huh
The early bird get the worm, time to set up shop, yeah, uh
Serve you in a hurry
In the kitchen cookin' pot, thought it was curry, uh, uh
Whip an Audemar, go whip a Rollie, huh, yeah, uh
Run off with that pack, boy, this shit stolen, huh, yeah, uh
I know BG got that stick, see, he barely can tote it, yeah
Kay just hit a lick, best believe I put him on it, uh
[Pre-Chorus]
Hellraiser, caretaker, soul-taker
I just counted up like three mil', I want some more paper
If you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper
Uh, if you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper
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