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Who told you I was the man
Who told you I was the man
You fuckin that bitch for a hand
I'm fuckin that bitch for some bands
You fuckin that bitch for some xans
I'm fuckin that bitch in my van
They say what you do for the money
I say what you do for the gram
Them hollows they comin' your way
You try me boy you gone get sprayed
I'm feelin so fresh today I'm gone feel like I'm chasing cake
So please don't play with my cake
Them young boys will come to your place
They put the K to yo face they tell yo ass open the safe
Lil baby where is yo man matter fact stick to the plan
I swear I'm gone off them xans
I ain't trippin cause I got them bands
Yo girl on my dick she a fan she knownin' that I am the man
Who told you I was the man
Who told you I was the man
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