Man of the Year

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Lil Wayne

Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne ( /ˌlɪl ˈweɪn/), is an American rapper. In 1991, at the age of nine, Lil Wayne joined Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label, and half of the duo, The B.G.'z, with B.G.. In 1996, Lil W… more »

Damn, I done walked in here
 Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
 Think I had the motherfucking 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 can pull
 Believe or not, I receive a lot
So I be wearing the same Gucci that Jeezy got
And I be buying the Louis that Kanyeezy cop
And I be ripping the same records that Weezy rock
This shit is easy pop
That’s why I’m ready man
I’d never copy Nor-bit 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 to issue out a recall 
I’m going up and they heading into a freefall 
The fundamentals are needed, you playing streetball
And I was out at BET, but I didn’t see ya’ll
 These Skee-Lo rappers wishing they could be tall
 Letting all their fake friends use them like a free stall 

Damn, I done walked in here
 Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright 
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
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

I said I know you see me chilling super low key
If I’m with the right niggas, you can scoop an O.Z
All the hustlers and the bouncers and the groupies know me
 Fresh denim, fresh shades in a coupe with no keys
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 a lota 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 motherfucking 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, fifty thousand's going gold
 Holla at me when you see me, make yourself known
 Instead of hatin’ 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
 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

Damn, I done walked in here
 Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright 
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
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

Y.M., bitch, everyday 
Two times on Sunday 
Spitta!
 Check your blinkers, baby
 Check your blinkers, baby
'Cause, to me, look like you’ve been turning right all day, yeah
 Right my way, I got a boulevard, baby
That’s right, Cash Avenue 
Wall Street gangsta
Carter, ya’ll
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, yeah
Boy, these motherfucking glasses I got on right now
Are so motherfucking cold

Damn, I done walked in here
 Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
My shades so dark and my ice so bright 
My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
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

Written by: DWAYNE CARTER

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