Man of The Year - Schoolboy Q

[Hook:]
Bruh, I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh, man of the year, man of the... bounce

[Verse 1:]
Home of the party and the trees
Sunny land of the G's, please let a n_gga breathe
Tank top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed, peace, love, enemies
N_gga I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for the skeet? Got pipe for the cheeks
N_gga, I'm the life of the beat
F_ck that, this year gotta eat, bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge, man I heard you a hound
Bruh, man, that b_tch need a pound
Tip-tip-tip bounce out her gown, hands high to the sound
Uh, yeah, I'm the rich n_gga now
B_tch, I'm the talk of the town, make a b_tch run her mouth
Go south for the boy
Pop down to the floor... bounce

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[Verse 2:]
Home of the slanging on the curb
Weed cards every corner sell herb, watch ya fly to a bird
N_gga, I could pitch you a curb
Let this real sh_t occur, make mills from a verb
N_gga cop a crib in the burbs, n_gga
You ain't said nothing but a word, smoke something for ya nerve
Home of the paid on the first
Then n_gga going broke by the third, bounce for the crown
Fast forward getting real tell me now
Every dog need a cat to meow, every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, jumping around
Tits, ass bump out her gown
Bounce from the ground, hype for the sound
This verse straight from the morgue
Pop down from the floor... bounce

[Hook]

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