Watch Your Man Songtext
von Rico Nasty feat. Marshmello
Watch Your Man Songtext
(Mello made it right)
Don′t watch me, better watch your man
Drum the sticks like a main event
Cut off if you try your hand
Could care less what these bitches sayin'
I do that shit ′cause I know I can
I like that bitch 'cause I know I am
And I keep that shit on me
You'll never catch me in a jam (yeah)
My hair and makeup done up (yeah)
If you don′t like me, shut the fuck up
We party ′til the sun up (yeah)
If you got a problem, run up (run up)
R-r-run up (run up)
In my city, I'm a staple
Rockin′ Rick down to my ankles
Smoking gas, no, we ain't vapin′
I run this shit, no, I ain't racin′
Go out and get it, stop complainin', bitch
Why you always hatin', sis?
Pull up in that who-that-be?
But you know who the hell it is
Tinted windows, candy paint
Got the haters mad again
Keep a hook, no candy cane
I only smoke exotic strains
Fuck with me, we blow your brains
Bust it down, don′t like it plain
Me and you are not the same, n-not the same
Don′t watch me, better watch your man
Drum the sticks like a main event
('Vent, ′vent)
Don't watch me better watch your man
(Man)
(Man)
You shoulda seen the last time a bitch tried to fuck with us
Make him jump like double dutch, smoke a bitch and roll her up
I′m with that gettin' money shit and you be out with such and such
You say that I do too much, quite frankly, you don′t do enough
Yeah, I got these bitches pissed, every day I got a different wig
And a different kit, got these bitches stressed, they smokin' cigs
Yeah, you said that you would slide, but you never slid
I ain't got to tell these hoes my name, they know who it is (who it is, who it is...)
Don′t watch me, better watch your man
Drum the sticks like a main event
Cut off if you try your hand
Could care less what these bitches sayin'
I do that shit ′cause I know I can
I like that bitch 'cause I know I am
And I keep that shit on me
You'll never catch me in a jam (yeah)
My hair and makeup done up (yeah)
If you don′t like me, shut the fuck up
We party ′til the sun up (yeah)
If you got a problem, run up (run up)
R-r-run up (run up)
In my city, I'm a staple
Rockin′ Rick down to my ankles
Smoking gas, no, we ain't vapin′
I run this shit, no, I ain't racin′
Go out and get it, stop complainin', bitch
Why you always hatin', sis?
Pull up in that who-that-be?
But you know who the hell it is
Tinted windows, candy paint
Got the haters mad again
Keep a hook, no candy cane
I only smoke exotic strains
Fuck with me, we blow your brains
Bust it down, don′t like it plain
Me and you are not the same, n-not the same
Don′t watch me, better watch your man
Drum the sticks like a main event
('Vent, ′vent)
Don't watch me better watch your man
(Man)
(Man)
You shoulda seen the last time a bitch tried to fuck with us
Make him jump like double dutch, smoke a bitch and roll her up
I′m with that gettin' money shit and you be out with such and such
You say that I do too much, quite frankly, you don′t do enough
Yeah, I got these bitches pissed, every day I got a different wig
And a different kit, got these bitches stressed, they smokin' cigs
Yeah, you said that you would slide, but you never slid
I ain't got to tell these hoes my name, they know who it is (who it is, who it is...)
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