Where Yo Man At?
Yo Kali
Kakezz
Yeah
It's a push start
And in the hood it be the truck
Won't stand down to no pussy
I'll stand down on a punk
Get me up, this why I don't drink
I'm feeling hella drunk
Look in my eyes boy
You feeling sized boy
Then bitch jump
All these bands
They stuck with me
Pockets full, purse full
Now I'm stuffing up my titties
Fuck casamigos, I'm sticking to henny
Ain't no getting down boy
It's either you ain't or you with me
Bitches stomach hurt soon as I step in the building
Bitch, where your man at?
At my front door
Late nights creeping in talking about let's go slow
Bitch, where your man at?
I don't even know
Bitch, where your man at?
Walking out of studio
Bitch, where your man at?
Down my fucking throat
Blowing up my phone
Screaming he want my more
It ain't shit baby, just a rodeo
I ride him good too just to let you know
I smoke with my eyes closed
Get fucked with my eyes closed
When he hitting it from the back
I have my eyes open though
Head turnt, stare him in the eyes
That's a lacking pose
Putting on a front
Pussy nigga you know your ass broke, ass poor
Boy this ain't enough
I need some fucking more
Talking down bitch when she can't show me fifty
Hoes watching me
Better watch your nigga
He get trippy
Dont push me
I'll go over the edge bitch I get busy
Riding down something street
Flying, don't see d-t
Bro see a opp
Squeeze that bitch until it's empty
Stupid man, my mind gone
Barely write these damn songs
Fucking with a nigga
Left him ghost now his mind blown
Y'all be riding with niggas with the check
I'm riding with my own
Hoes be really pressed, some little wets
Back then we called them shones
Are you behind the fake page?
Bitch get the fuck on
Can I get a lil taste?
Nah nigga leave me lone
Bitch, where your man at?
At my front door
Late nights creeping in talking about let's go slow
Bitch, where your man at?
I don't even know
Bitch, where your man at?
Walking out of studio
Bitch, where your man at?
Down my fucking throat
Blowing up my phone
Screaming he want my more
It ain't shit baby, just a rodeo
I ride him good too just to let you know
Had to slow it down
Heard she looking for me
I'm too raw to fuck with some garbage bitches that's really bummy
I'm too real to be round bitches always acting funny
Deep down hate a bitch
You hoes need to chase some money
Get some money
It won't get up you playing
It's giving dummy
Every time I get mad I go and spend some hundreds
Oh you big mad, little mad
I don't give a fuck honey
Getting to this bag, no need to brag
Bitch you see the money
Bitch, where your man at?
At my front door
Late nights creeping in talking about let's go slow
Bitch, where your man at?
I don't even know
Bitch, where your man at?
Walking out of studio
Bitch, where your man at?
Down my fucking throat
Blowing up my phone
Screaming he want my more
It ain't shit baby, just a rodeo
I ride him good too just to let you know
Kakezz
Yeah
It's a push start
And in the hood it be the truck
Won't stand down to no pussy
I'll stand down on a punk
Get me up, this why I don't drink
I'm feeling hella drunk
Look in my eyes boy
You feeling sized boy
Then bitch jump
All these bands
They stuck with me
Pockets full, purse full
Now I'm stuffing up my titties
Fuck casamigos, I'm sticking to henny
Ain't no getting down boy
It's either you ain't or you with me
Bitches stomach hurt soon as I step in the building
Bitch, where your man at?
At my front door
Late nights creeping in talking about let's go slow
Bitch, where your man at?
I don't even know
Bitch, where your man at?
Walking out of studio
Bitch, where your man at?
Down my fucking throat
Blowing up my phone
Screaming he want my more
It ain't shit baby, just a rodeo
I ride him good too just to let you know
I smoke with my eyes closed
Get fucked with my eyes closed
When he hitting it from the back
I have my eyes open though
Head turnt, stare him in the eyes
That's a lacking pose
Putting on a front
Pussy nigga you know your ass broke, ass poor
Boy this ain't enough
I need some fucking more
Talking down bitch when she can't show me fifty
Hoes watching me
Better watch your nigga
He get trippy
Dont push me
I'll go over the edge bitch I get busy
Riding down something street
Flying, don't see d-t
Bro see a opp
Squeeze that bitch until it's empty
Stupid man, my mind gone
Barely write these damn songs
Fucking with a nigga
Left him ghost now his mind blown
Y'all be riding with niggas with the check
I'm riding with my own
Hoes be really pressed, some little wets
Back then we called them shones
Are you behind the fake page?
Bitch get the fuck on
Can I get a lil taste?
Nah nigga leave me lone
Bitch, where your man at?
At my front door
Late nights creeping in talking about let's go slow
Bitch, where your man at?
I don't even know
Bitch, where your man at?
Walking out of studio
Bitch, where your man at?
Down my fucking throat
Blowing up my phone
Screaming he want my more
It ain't shit baby, just a rodeo
I ride him good too just to let you know
Had to slow it down
Heard she looking for me
I'm too raw to fuck with some garbage bitches that's really bummy
I'm too real to be round bitches always acting funny
Deep down hate a bitch
You hoes need to chase some money
Get some money
It won't get up you playing
It's giving dummy
Every time I get mad I go and spend some hundreds
Oh you big mad, little mad
I don't give a fuck honey
Getting to this bag, no need to brag
Bitch you see the money
Bitch, where your man at?
At my front door
Late nights creeping in talking about let's go slow
Bitch, where your man at?
I don't even know
Bitch, where your man at?
Walking out of studio
Bitch, where your man at?
Down my fucking throat
Blowing up my phone
Screaming he want my more
It ain't shit baby, just a rodeo
I ride him good too just to let you know
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Writer(s): Kiera Love
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