Chorus:
Who the f*ck you think you talkin to?
You must think im the man
I can see right through the tints
You're tryna ruin the plan
All you mean muggin mother f*ckers
Dont understand
I cant make it any clearer
Yall aint standing a chance
Verse 1:
Back inside the building
Who you think you are?
It's best you step aside
I'm bout to put a clinic on
This aint a sprint
But im Usain when they say bring it on
Im bout to bolt to Tampa bay
Got points like kucherov
Keep it simple,
Sending signals saying let's hit the door
Poppin bottles won the lotto
Took a model to go
Everybody let it sink in
Please don't f*ckin up my flow
Cuz this river's never-ending
And she's driving the boat
Mink coats
Leather seats
And designer clothes
Gold grills and some other shit that I'll never own
Walk in closet
Treats me like a king that's on his throne
But one thing that she's gotta know is
Chorus:
Who the f*ck you think you talkin to?
You must think I'm the man
I can see right through the tints
You're tryna ruin the plan
All you mean muggin' mother f*ckers
Don't understand
I can't make it any clearer
Yall aint standing a chance
Verse 2:
Push a Porsche 911
Like a 747
Gotta make a good impression
Cuz this bitch came straight from heaven
Better listen to this lesson
And I won't forget to mention
When I touch the f*ckin mic
Turn the track to armageddon
You still leveling, I'm leveled up
One thumb up like seven up
But I play it off cuz
I freeze water like a Stanley cup
These tires roll,
I dumped the clutch
I two-step
Like this shit double dutch
Bros don't think I'll
Steal their girl
But their service
Aint fast enough
Its slo-mo
Freeze frames like a photo
Firebreathing bitches
They keep dragon me, Kimoto
Got so goddamn fly My chest is
Puffin scratch the cocoa
Waddle on the beat, like Mr.Ping
Don't duck the po po
Chorus:
Who the f*ck you think you talkin to?
You must think I'm the man
I can see right through the tints
You're tryna ruin the plan
All you mean muggin' mother f*ckers
Don't understand
I can't make it any clearer
Yall aint standing a chance
Double A-Ron - I'm The Man Lyrics
Double A-Ron - I'm The Man Lyrics
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English
Chorus:
Who the f*ck you think you talkin to?
You must think im the man
I can see right through the tints
You're tryna ruin the plan
All you mean muggin mother f*ckers
Dont understand
I cant make it any clearer
Yall aint standing a chance
Verse 1:
Back inside the building
Who you think you are?
It's best you step aside
I'm bout to put a clinic on
This aint a sprint
But im Usain when they say bring it on
Im bout to bolt to Tampa bay
Got points like kucherov
Keep it simple,
Sending signals saying let's hit the door
Poppin bottles won the lotto
Took a model to go
Everybody let it sink in
Please don't f*ckin up my flow
Cuz this river's never-ending
And she's driving the boat
Mink coats
Leather seats
And designer clothes
Gold grills and some other shit that I'll never own
Walk in closet
Treats me like a king that's on his throne
But one thing that she's gotta know is
Chorus:
Who the f*ck you think you talkin to?
You must think I'm the man
I can see right through the tints
You're tryna ruin the plan
All you mean muggin' mother f*ckers
Don't understand
I can't make it any clearer
Yall aint standing a chance
Verse 2:
Push a Porsche 911
Like a 747
Gotta make a good impression
Cuz this bitch came straight from heaven
Better listen to this lesson
And I won't forget to mention
When I touch the f*ckin mic
Turn the track to armageddon
You still leveling, I'm leveled up
One thumb up like seven up
But I play it off cuz
I freeze water like a Stanley cup
These tires roll,
I dumped the clutch
I two-step
Like this shit double dutch
Bros don't think I'll
Steal their girl
But their service
Aint fast enough
Its slo-mo
Freeze frames like a photo
Firebreathing bitches
They keep dragon me, Kimoto
Got so goddamn fly My chest is
Puffin scratch the cocoa
Waddle on the beat, like Mr.Ping
Don't duck the po po
Chorus:
Who the f*ck you think you talkin to?
You must think I'm the man
I can see right through the tints
You're tryna ruin the plan
All you mean muggin' mother f*ckers
Don't understand
I can't make it any clearer
Yall aint standing a chance
Who the f*ck you think you talkin to?
You must think im the man
I can see right through the tints
You're tryna ruin the plan
All you mean muggin mother f*ckers
Dont understand
I cant make it any clearer
Yall aint standing a chance
Verse 1:
Back inside the building
Who you think you are?
It's best you step aside
I'm bout to put a clinic on
This aint a sprint
But im Usain when they say bring it on
Im bout to bolt to Tampa bay
Got points like kucherov
Keep it simple,
Sending signals saying let's hit the door
Poppin bottles won the lotto
Took a model to go
Everybody let it sink in
Please don't f*ckin up my flow
Cuz this river's never-ending
And she's driving the boat
Mink coats
Leather seats
And designer clothes
Gold grills and some other shit that I'll never own
Walk in closet
Treats me like a king that's on his throne
But one thing that she's gotta know is
Chorus:
Who the f*ck you think you talkin to?
You must think I'm the man
I can see right through the tints
You're tryna ruin the plan
All you mean muggin' mother f*ckers
Don't understand
I can't make it any clearer
Yall aint standing a chance
Verse 2:
Push a Porsche 911
Like a 747
Gotta make a good impression
Cuz this bitch came straight from heaven
Better listen to this lesson
And I won't forget to mention
When I touch the f*ckin mic
Turn the track to armageddon
You still leveling, I'm leveled up
One thumb up like seven up
But I play it off cuz
I freeze water like a Stanley cup
These tires roll,
I dumped the clutch
I two-step
Like this shit double dutch
Bros don't think I'll
Steal their girl
But their service
Aint fast enough
Its slo-mo
Freeze frames like a photo
Firebreathing bitches
They keep dragon me, Kimoto
Got so goddamn fly My chest is
Puffin scratch the cocoa
Waddle on the beat, like Mr.Ping
Don't duck the po po
Chorus:
Who the f*ck you think you talkin to?
You must think I'm the man
I can see right through the tints
You're tryna ruin the plan
All you mean muggin' mother f*ckers
Don't understand
I can't make it any clearer
Yall aint standing a chance
Writer: Aaron Burton
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC