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