Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
One day I'm gon' die, so I'm friends with the reaper
I really seen some people, nigga, I really seen some evil
Big body, take up two lanes, pull up like Jeepers Creepers
She a homebody, bitch so lame, whole time she think she a diva
Nigga better watch yourself, nigga better break yourself
Nigga better get on his knees and pray, cause that nigga gon' need some help
Niggas be really my sons for real,I'll pull up and take off my belt
I got the shit off the ground, no help
You know that I'm heavyweight, pull up, make that ass shake
I ain't goin' back and forth with none of these niggas, I ain't playin' patty cake
Big block
Every time I hit the gas, make the damn trunk shake
Big Glock
Put a switch on it, make the whole damn block quake
I went cold turkey, off white jersey
Nigga be bitchin' so damn much, they need to buy some purses
This bitch came with hella curves, like she was made in cersive
Come to the trap, we got chickens, like we work at churches
She said, Mike, I can't f*ck, cause you make me nervous
If you alive and ain't gettin' money, well you aint got no purpose
My niggas in the trap sellin' honey, outside they servin
And every time they don't sell honey, they be outside purgin
See me, I'm different, I ain't no thug, but I'm real for certain
I ain't ask nobody for shit, even when I was hurtin
You need to come and get your bitch, cause she keep flirtin
20 minutes later, she takin' dick, forgot to close the curtain
Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe, ayy
Roll up for 3-5, spark that wood, time to get fried
We ain't even got no opps no more, they scared to come outside
I don't even want no neck today, bitch, let me feel that spine
Yeah, bitch, let me feel that back, arch that shit, relax
Bitch, always runnin' from shit, she need to go run some track
Like, nigga, one thing about Big Mike, he gon' always keep it a stack
I'm sorry, if my niggas took somethin' from you, you ain't gettin' it back
I'm the man of the year, drip top tier
If you broke and ain't got goals, I don't even want you near
Put that red dot on his nose, they thought he was a reindeer
Switches, switches, hit his car, knock that shit out of gear
One day I'm gon' die, so I'm friends with the reaper
I really seen some people, nigga, I really seen some evil
Big body, take up two lanes, pull up like Jeepers Creepers
I'm the man of the year, drip top tier
Me and you, we not the same, you is not my peer
And tell your bitch I'm not her man, let's get that clear
I'm sippin' on Henny with some ice, this is not beer
Yeah
Big Mike Da Don - Man Of The Year Lyrics
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Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
One day I'm gon' die, so I'm friends with the reaper
I really seen some people, nigga, I really seen some evil
Big body, take up two lanes, pull up like Jeepers Creepers
She a homebody, bitch so lame, whole time she think she a diva
Nigga better watch yourself, nigga better break yourself
Nigga better get on his knees and pray, cause that nigga gon' need some help
Niggas be really my sons for real,I'll pull up and take off my belt
I got the shit off the ground, no help
You know that I'm heavyweight, pull up, make that ass shake
I ain't goin' back and forth with none of these niggas, I ain't playin' patty cake
Big block
Every time I hit the gas, make the damn trunk shake
Big Glock
Put a switch on it, make the whole damn block quake
I went cold turkey, off white jersey
Nigga be bitchin' so damn much, they need to buy some purses
This bitch came with hella curves, like she was made in cersive
Come to the trap, we got chickens, like we work at churches
She said, Mike, I can't f*ck, cause you make me nervous
If you alive and ain't gettin' money, well you aint got no purpose
My niggas in the trap sellin' honey, outside they servin
And every time they don't sell honey, they be outside purgin
See me, I'm different, I ain't no thug, but I'm real for certain
I ain't ask nobody for shit, even when I was hurtin
You need to come and get your bitch, cause she keep flirtin
20 minutes later, she takin' dick, forgot to close the curtain
Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe, ayy
Roll up for 3-5, spark that wood, time to get fried
We ain't even got no opps no more, they scared to come outside
I don't even want no neck today, bitch, let me feel that spine
Yeah, bitch, let me feel that back, arch that shit, relax
Bitch, always runnin' from shit, she need to go run some track
Like, nigga, one thing about Big Mike, he gon' always keep it a stack
I'm sorry, if my niggas took somethin' from you, you ain't gettin' it back
I'm the man of the year, drip top tier
If you broke and ain't got goals, I don't even want you near
Put that red dot on his nose, they thought he was a reindeer
Switches, switches, hit his car, knock that shit out of gear
One day I'm gon' die, so I'm friends with the reaper
I really seen some people, nigga, I really seen some evil
Big body, take up two lanes, pull up like Jeepers Creepers
I'm the man of the year, drip top tier
Me and you, we not the same, you is not my peer
And tell your bitch I'm not her man, let's get that clear
I'm sippin' on Henny with some ice, this is not beer
Yeah
One day I'm gon' die, so I'm friends with the reaper
I really seen some people, nigga, I really seen some evil
Big body, take up two lanes, pull up like Jeepers Creepers
She a homebody, bitch so lame, whole time she think she a diva
Nigga better watch yourself, nigga better break yourself
Nigga better get on his knees and pray, cause that nigga gon' need some help
Niggas be really my sons for real,I'll pull up and take off my belt
I got the shit off the ground, no help
You know that I'm heavyweight, pull up, make that ass shake
I ain't goin' back and forth with none of these niggas, I ain't playin' patty cake
Big block
Every time I hit the gas, make the damn trunk shake
Big Glock
Put a switch on it, make the whole damn block quake
I went cold turkey, off white jersey
Nigga be bitchin' so damn much, they need to buy some purses
This bitch came with hella curves, like she was made in cersive
Come to the trap, we got chickens, like we work at churches
She said, Mike, I can't f*ck, cause you make me nervous
If you alive and ain't gettin' money, well you aint got no purpose
My niggas in the trap sellin' honey, outside they servin
And every time they don't sell honey, they be outside purgin
See me, I'm different, I ain't no thug, but I'm real for certain
I ain't ask nobody for shit, even when I was hurtin
You need to come and get your bitch, cause she keep flirtin
20 minutes later, she takin' dick, forgot to close the curtain
Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe, ayy
Roll up for 3-5, spark that wood, time to get fried
We ain't even got no opps no more, they scared to come outside
I don't even want no neck today, bitch, let me feel that spine
Yeah, bitch, let me feel that back, arch that shit, relax
Bitch, always runnin' from shit, she need to go run some track
Like, nigga, one thing about Big Mike, he gon' always keep it a stack
I'm sorry, if my niggas took somethin' from you, you ain't gettin' it back
I'm the man of the year, drip top tier
If you broke and ain't got goals, I don't even want you near
Put that red dot on his nose, they thought he was a reindeer
Switches, switches, hit his car, knock that shit out of gear
One day I'm gon' die, so I'm friends with the reaper
I really seen some people, nigga, I really seen some evil
Big body, take up two lanes, pull up like Jeepers Creepers
I'm the man of the year, drip top tier
Me and you, we not the same, you is not my peer
And tell your bitch I'm not her man, let's get that clear
I'm sippin' on Henny with some ice, this is not beer
Yeah
Writer: Big Da Don
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