See I'm all about my bread like the shit f*cking edible
I'm up here niggas need a f*cking pedistle
Manic Phase is that f*cking name that you better know
Y'all mother f*ckas lame so it's best that you better go
When It's Election Day, you better vote
When My dicks in her throat
She gonna choke
Rapping like the goat
This some shit I never wrote
And The Bitch so wet man I need a boat
You know
Bro
I'm gonna be the best nigga can't you see
Ain't no other way around it man has to be
And I'm Always on my grind like Cassidy
But I miss my homies like I'm master p
Got the shit on lock with a master key
But I ain't poppin man shit it's a tragedy
Most of these rappers sounding wack
Talking pills and the trap
We can use all that
And I'll teach you how to rap
Making lil moves
(I'm tryna get larger)
Never be another can you copy bitch
(Roger)
Aye girl
(Call her)
Long as she throw that ass back
(Like a Dodger)
I'm almost there like one step away
Don't mess with the shot might get a fadeaway
I'm Cheffing these niggas so call me bobby fley
So if we talking bout chips well I'm tryna get lays
Ima cordinate the town in my rock star skinnys
Really don't care if a mother f*cka feel me
Bitch ass rappers got the game looking silly
Me and 4in bout to make a milli
Bitch
Walk in the party like wassup lil bitch
Damn you is cute but you smell like a fish
Hundreds and fifties they flying like this
4in and Manic we talkin our ish
Walk in the party like wassup lil bitch
Damn you is cute but you smell like a fish
Hundreds and fifties they flying like this
4in and Manic we talkin our ish
I am not sorry I f*cked on your bish
I just a promise I don't want your shitz
You do not know me I'm hidden abyss
I am a ninja hidden in mist
I am a hitter hit and don't miss
Say that's your bitch she is a miss
You say I'm weird watch me do this
I hit your bitch she say I'm hot
When I'm in it I do not stop
Hit that bitch once froze on the spot
I am so accurate hit to the dot
I want my money so old that it rot
Lemme talk about your bish again
Make it rain on her I'm the weather man
A Song With My Boy (feat. 4in) Video (MV)
Manic Phase - A Song With My Boy (feat. 4in) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
See I'm all about my bread like the shit f*cking edible
I'm up here niggas need a f*cking pedistle
Manic Phase is that f*cking name that you better know
Y'all mother f*ckas lame so it's best that you better go
When It's Election Day, you better vote
When My dicks in her throat
She gonna choke
Rapping like the goat
This some shit I never wrote
And The Bitch so wet man I need a boat
You know
Bro
I'm gonna be the best nigga can't you see
Ain't no other way around it man has to be
And I'm Always on my grind like Cassidy
But I miss my homies like I'm master p
Got the shit on lock with a master key
But I ain't poppin man shit it's a tragedy
Most of these rappers sounding wack
Talking pills and the trap
We can use all that
And I'll teach you how to rap
Making lil moves
(I'm tryna get larger)
Never be another can you copy bitch
(Roger)
Aye girl
(Call her)
Long as she throw that ass back
(Like a Dodger)
I'm almost there like one step away
Don't mess with the shot might get a fadeaway
I'm Cheffing these niggas so call me bobby fley
So if we talking bout chips well I'm tryna get lays
Ima cordinate the town in my rock star skinnys
Really don't care if a mother f*cka feel me
Bitch ass rappers got the game looking silly
Me and 4in bout to make a milli
Bitch
Walk in the party like wassup lil bitch
Damn you is cute but you smell like a fish
Hundreds and fifties they flying like this
4in and Manic we talkin our ish
Walk in the party like wassup lil bitch
Damn you is cute but you smell like a fish
Hundreds and fifties they flying like this
4in and Manic we talkin our ish
I am not sorry I f*cked on your bish
I just a promise I don't want your shitz
You do not know me I'm hidden abyss
I am a ninja hidden in mist
I am a hitter hit and don't miss
Say that's your bitch she is a miss
You say I'm weird watch me do this
I hit your bitch she say I'm hot
When I'm in it I do not stop
Hit that bitch once froze on the spot
I am so accurate hit to the dot
I want my money so old that it rot
Lemme talk about your bish again
Make it rain on her I'm the weather man
I'm up here niggas need a f*cking pedistle
Manic Phase is that f*cking name that you better know
Y'all mother f*ckas lame so it's best that you better go
When It's Election Day, you better vote
When My dicks in her throat
She gonna choke
Rapping like the goat
This some shit I never wrote
And The Bitch so wet man I need a boat
You know
Bro
I'm gonna be the best nigga can't you see
Ain't no other way around it man has to be
And I'm Always on my grind like Cassidy
But I miss my homies like I'm master p
Got the shit on lock with a master key
But I ain't poppin man shit it's a tragedy
Most of these rappers sounding wack
Talking pills and the trap
We can use all that
And I'll teach you how to rap
Making lil moves
(I'm tryna get larger)
Never be another can you copy bitch
(Roger)
Aye girl
(Call her)
Long as she throw that ass back
(Like a Dodger)
I'm almost there like one step away
Don't mess with the shot might get a fadeaway
I'm Cheffing these niggas so call me bobby fley
So if we talking bout chips well I'm tryna get lays
Ima cordinate the town in my rock star skinnys
Really don't care if a mother f*cka feel me
Bitch ass rappers got the game looking silly
Me and 4in bout to make a milli
Bitch
Walk in the party like wassup lil bitch
Damn you is cute but you smell like a fish
Hundreds and fifties they flying like this
4in and Manic we talkin our ish
Walk in the party like wassup lil bitch
Damn you is cute but you smell like a fish
Hundreds and fifties they flying like this
4in and Manic we talkin our ish
I am not sorry I f*cked on your bish
I just a promise I don't want your shitz
You do not know me I'm hidden abyss
I am a ninja hidden in mist
I am a hitter hit and don't miss
Say that's your bitch she is a miss
You say I'm weird watch me do this
I hit your bitch she say I'm hot
When I'm in it I do not stop
Hit that bitch once froze on the spot
I am so accurate hit to the dot
I want my money so old that it rot
Lemme talk about your bish again
Make it rain on her I'm the weather man
Writer: Breslin Logan, Josh Williamson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid