Young M.A – Maaan Lyrics

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Young M.A Maaan Lyrics

Maaan Lyrics

 

Lyrics for “Maaan” by Young M.A

 

[Intro]
Man (Haha, haha, ha)
Man

 

[Chorus]
Man, you got me fucked up
I don’t sweat no hoes, I got my bucks up, hold my nuts up
Clown
Man down, we pull them trucks out (Woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

 

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m on that savage shit
Press me and I’m tappin’ shit (And I’m tappin’ shit)
And you can have the bitch because I had the bitch
Big pimpin’
Ayy, girl let me put my dick in (Ayy, what’s up, baby?)
If you gon’ be a hoe, then hoe just stick with it
Don’t switch up, you got me fucked up
I don’t sweat no hoes, I got my bucks up, hold my nuts up
Clown
Man down, we pull them trucks out (Skrr)
Yeah, ayy
Don’t watch me, watch your mouth (Watch your mouth)
Now we inside your house (Boom)
Ain’t even got to shoot the nigga, man, just knock him out
‘Cause he a lame (Lame)
He don’t bang, he ain’t really gang, gang (Gang)
You can say a lot but just don’t say my name
We poppin’ off (Grr), knock it off
Boy, you cotton soft (Man, you soft)
Damn, you still up on my dick, man, when you hoppin’ off?
I see the hoes (What’s up?)
I beat the hoe and then I leave the hoe (Beat it)
Beat a hoe (Beat it), give her back to you (Beat it)
Now you can keep the hoe (Beat it)
Ayy, I’m cocky and conceited, hoe, yeah (Ooh)
Stand up when you see me, pledge allegiance, hoe (Hello)
Respect my name, respect the gang (Gang)
One shot, one kill, bitch, respect the aim (Boom)

 

[Chorus]
Man, you got me fucked up
I don’t sweat no hoes, I got my bucks up, hold my nuts up
Clown
Man down, we pull them trucks out
Yeah, ayy (Skrr)

 

[Verse 2]
I hop right out the bed (Ooh)
First I grab the pistol (Who that?)
Shittin’ on a hater, let me grab the tissue
What you say? (Huh?)
Pull up my shirt, oh, thought we had a issue (Oh, what’s up?)
Stupid nigga, look what all that cappin’ get you
Man, man, you got me fucked up
I ain’t got time for this, fill my cup up (That Henny)
I lose my mind for this, that’s why I’m drugged up (I am)
But if you willin’ to die for this, I hope your luck up (Baow)
First of all, collect a bag, fuck is you talking ’bout? (Ayy, what you talking ’bout?)
I’m fifty bands richer when I’m walkin’ out
Never beefin’ with a broke nigga, no (No)
And I’m never beefin’ with a nigga for a hoe (No)

 

[Chorus]
Hahaha, you got me fucked up
I don’t sweat no hoes, I got my bucks up, hold my nuts up
Clown
Man down, we pull them trucks out
Man (Hahaha)

 

[Outro]
It’s RedLyfe
On the set, man, I put that on the set
It’s RedLyfe
On the set, man, I put that on the set
It’s RedLyfe
On the set, man, I put that on the set
It’s RedLyfe
You got me fucked up

 

 

 

 

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