I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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Yeah, these girls like me
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'Cause I show 'em somethin' icy
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Roll somethin' nicely, make her wanna have a seed
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Hope her son looks like me
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Uh, can't imagine the things that I'm fightin'
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Collipark on the drums, I know you gon' like it
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Chi-Town swag with a A-Town bounce
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Mix it all in together, watch a hit drop out
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See we started from the kitchen from the bed to the couch
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Gave her forty five minutes, I was in, then I'm out
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See my mama say I'm lucky, the hood say they love me
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These girls say I'ma put this up, put no one above me
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See now I'm livin' lovely, my girl gotta buddy
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But she be trippin' out because her girls wanna fuck me
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And now we pullin' up, see me and the boy Lloyd
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Red bone girls, Lambourghini toys
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Take it to tha flow 'cause I know how to handle ya
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I don't wanna be ya man, I wanna be ya manager
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I know I'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up
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Speakers knockin' the block down when we pullin' up
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I see you movin' around on the dance floor
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Baby, watcha doin' here? Watcha mad for?
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Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me
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Gotta playa open hopin' you don't make a fool of me
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Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(She make me wanna say, say, alright)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(You make me wanna say, say, say, alright)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(You make me wanna say, say, alright)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(You make me wanna say, say, alright)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(You know you want to)
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Yeah, it go, shawty, lemme manage ya
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I know how to handle ya
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Forget about your boyfriend, mami, he's a amateur
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There go the paparazzi smile for the camera
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Say cheese and throw up the YB'z
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Body picture perfect, I know how to work it
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Only for a small fee 'cause you're managed by me
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Started with rosade then took it to Don P
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Ran outta Don P so we vous vecliz
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See them otha' dudes lose 'cause they ain't smooth like me
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They don't coordinate the jewels with the shoes like me
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True religion jeans with a v-neck fee
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Make ya best friend say she want a dude like me
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So we took 'em both to the beach to the beach
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Me and the boy Lloyd threw 'em on jet skis
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Then to the suite 'cause I know how to handle ya
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I don't wanna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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I know I'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up
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Speakers knockin' the block down when we pullin' up
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I see you movin' around on the dance floor
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Baby, watcha doin' here? Watcha mad for?
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Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me
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Gotta playa open hopin' you don't make a fool of me
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Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(She make me wanna say, say, alright)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(She make me wanna say, say, alright)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(You make me wanna say, say, alright)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(You make me wanna say, say, alright)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(Shawty, you can do good if you listen up)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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....
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(Ah, you ain't gotta be afraid, shawty, back it up 'cause)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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(See, you only have this smile without the black and white)
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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
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Although I've got it bad for ya
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(It's ya boy Berg)
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I hope you understand that
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(Lloyd)
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I can be ya manager
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(I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya)
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But I can't be yo man, no
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Manager
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| Yung Berg |
