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Drake

Man Of The Year (Remix)

 

Man Of The Year (Remix)

(album: Comeback Season - 2007)


[Verse 1: Drake]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Looking like the mothafucking man of the year
Think I had the mothafucking plan of the year
Which was simply to make groupie fans of my peers
And I get my girl whatever she desire
And my niggas get whatever they require
These rappers old, I'm the reason they expire
Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah
Damn!
That punch line was predictable
I still got you shitting bricks, homie, quit the bull
And we don't need new members
To me the clique is full
And I be getting' the same women that tip the pool
Believe or not
I receive a lot
So, I be wearing the same Gucci that Jeezy got
And I be buying the Louie that Kanyizzy cop
And I be ripping the same reords that Weezy rock
This shit is east pot
That's why I'm ready, man
I'd never copy Norbit like eddie, man
Did you get it? Eddie Murphy was in Norbit
Or was it way over your head?
Did you forfeit?
Yeah, I take a woman shopping in a store quick
Her ass big, she just trying to make a four fit
Yeah, they need ot issue out a recall
I'm going up and they heading into a freefall
The fundamental are needed, you playing street
And I was out at BET, but I didn't see ya'll
These skee-low rappers wishing they could be tall
Letting all their fake friends use them like a free stall
Yep!

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Looking like the mothafucking man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddies and my fans wanna fight your right
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
No, ain't no nigga like me
Ya dig?

[Verse 2: Drake]
I said I know you see me chilling
Super low key
If I'm with the right niggas, you can scoop a O.Z.
All the hustlers and the bouncers
And the groupies know me
Fresh denim, fresh shades
In a group with no kids
It start up when I touch the door
And I encourage ladies to touch the floor
As soon as we finish cutting, we can cut some more
Then after you get high, make 'em, get 'em, girl you finna get low
Lights dimmed down
Got alota dough
Plus a hit sound
What you mean you ain't heard?
I come highly recommended
Everybody my friend, even if they been offended
They ain't really got a choice, it's an obvious decision
You tryna make a come up in my city, it's a given
Plus a nigga famous
Plus I got a vision
Not to mention having bars like a mothafucking prison
They taking too long
Their records on hold
They threatened by my presence
'Cause I make them feel old
Guaranteed if they drop, they bragging 'bout what they sold
Just remember where I lived at, 50, 000's going gold
Holla at me when you see me, make yourself known
'Stead of hating on my music in the comfort of your home
Nigga, be a man
You acting like a bitch
I ain't acting like I'm rude
I'm just acting like I'm rich, rich
Yeah, uh!
Riding with Weezy Fucking Baby
Are you the type of girl that me and Weezy fucking, baby?
'Cause I don't waste time, can't yo see a nigga lazy?
And I might need some help
But, you know, Weezy's fucking crazy

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
Damn!
I done walked in here
Looking like the mothafucking man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddies and my fans wanna fight your right
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
No, ain't no nigga like me
Ya dig?

[Spoken: Lil' Wayne]
Y.M., bitch!
Everybody!
Two time on Sunday!
Spit 'em!
Check ya blinkers, baby!
Check ya blinkers, baby!
'Cause, to me, look like you've been turning right all day! Yeah!
Right my way! Ha ha!
I got a boulevard, baby!
That's right!
Cash Avenue!
Wall Street gangsta!
Carter, ya'll! Heh heh!
Why would I lie?
Yeah!
I ain't rich, bitch, I'm wealthy!
Young! I talk shit 'til I die!
Come kill me, nigga!
Fuck you!
No homo!
She like it! Heh ha ha!
Yeah!
Boy, these mothafucking glasses I got on right now, are so mothafucking cold!

[Chorus: Lil' Wayne]
I'm feeling like...
Damn!
I done walked in here
Straight up looking like the mothafucking man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddies and my fans wanna fight your right
Like, round one, round two, round three
I told you not to ever bring a bitch 'round me
'Cause, ain't no nigga
Ain't no nigga
Ain't no nigga like a young money nigga

Damn!
I done walked in here
Looking like the mothafucking man of the year
My shades so dark
And my ice so bright
My buddies and my fans wanna fight your right...

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