Lyrics:
to work, like she went and got a job
Everybody hit man, welcome to the mob (Mafia!)
Pull up another whip or something, yeah a different one
Fuck up
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
call it penny pinchin'
She told me shit but I could get her titties lifted
My new crib got it's own city limit
Motherfucker got his own city in it
a do-right-all-day woman
You've got to be a do-right-all-night man
They say that it's a man's world
Well you can improve that by me
And as long as we're together
allow you to put-out actin' on if the one's direction
So it's Pete Prop, yo what's up man, hah
So if ya were thankful then I see 'cause the paper
rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere.
But this loneliness inside of me says
I got to get to California right away
Oh, I got to get to California
I wish I was there by my baby's side
Lord,
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
of Skid Row
My girl friend left me she don't want me no more
We had a great big fight just a night before
She said I got no class because she knows
I
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I
diamond rings,
She pulls my man around by her apron strings.
And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair,
Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go
Jenny's got a job, a cat named Jake,
Thirty one candles on her birthday cake
Next year
Thought by now she'd have a man
Two car seats
We had a girl that came in with a drug overdose the other day
And she got real belligerent
And she bit one of the nurses (oh, man)
And, I mean,
'm handsome
I was pretty before the dough but now I'm just the man
You remind me of my old chick on that '84 shit
Oh shit, did you see the way she got her
fish lady, she baits them tenement walls
She won't take corner boys, ain't got no money and they're so easy
I said, "Hey baby, won't you take my hand,
with me
I got an old car we drove to the edge of town
We stopped by old man Millers' farm
Just to watch the world spin around
And she moves
a do-right-all-day woman
You've got to be a do-right-all-night man
They say that it's a man's world
Well you can improve that by me
And as long as we're together
on her mind
She's got
Big thoughts
Big dreams
And a big brown Mercedes sedan
What I think this girl
She really wants is to be in love with a man
prepares his sermon for next week
I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really going fine for eighty four
Well she asked me if sometime
tell she knew her way around)
And as I lay down beside her
You know she never made a sound
On down the beach came the beach-cleaning man
Scoopin' up
Me and J Balvin on G5
Success is a drug man, and we high
I am mother as a beehive
I got love for you haters
Ain't you tired of enslavement
Come
that one last time
Now there's a little girl asleep in the back room
She's gonna have to tell about the meanness in this world
And how a good man is
question me
They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half,
Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
Shoulda said I got five and a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man
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