She Wants a Man (feat. Mr. Dean) - Big Yayo

Shout outs to all the mande My 300 Spartans waiting outside the building Shout out to my guy Jamal too, Dunknow I got this Fulham chick I known her for time Before all the ice when I was reloading on Nines Saw me go from bread and water to lobster and wine That's why I never air her calls when she hollas my line My east ting's flyer than a poster campaign Ciroc the same colour as cola champagne She don't smoke weed but she'll roll me up a paper plane Dont ask for P's and she knows that I can make it rain Tryna achieve my goals My brum ting saying she might as well had cheated like Keyshia Cole My west ting be selling coke like a chemist Booked her a flight from London to Venice Put a smile on her cute face I told her we can go shopping when we get there forget a suitcase My Ealing chick smokes too much weed only with me for the trees I told that chick to leave My chick in Church Road's official I make her hold my pistol But she don't ever give me brain like my ho in Bristol Suck me off when I'm switching lanes And I can't even remember that bitch's name Go to Hammersmith smoke on some cannabis Talk a lot of shit, make her choke on the magic stick ugh My young ting says she's gonna give up all of this Good luck tryna find another baller, bitch Cos if you change your mind, that's a waste of time Cah I've got a million bitches in the waiting line My Hayes ting's in her own class like detention But she says I never show her no attention That's cah I'm busy tryna work these curbs Five bricks only paid for the first three birds Bout Ps and Qs I make strategic moves I had hoes when I was broke I dont need a . Ugh Now I got my new chick mad at me Cah I told her I need space like the galaxy My north chick don't wanna share, she wants all of Nines My south ting be throwing up One Arda signs My L.A chick be practicing her movie script While I'm in the Base backing up my chick I'm with my white ting, cah it's fire on the mains She's always in the mirror trying on my chains Ugh My Nigga say I'm whipped Cah I'm always with my Ghanaian chick And I ain't even mentioned the groupies yet Hoodstar my life's like a movie set It's Nines This guy grew on my estate Come to my mums yard I never knew he was a snake Even looked the other way when I heard he was a snitch But he crossed the line this weren't over a bitch Swear down I don't know how these guys sleep at night T told me "Don't trust him" but I never see the light Probably cah I loved him like a little cousin When them guys violated you I emptied out the Don't say the hood if someone asks you where you're from No one cares you're gone I just hope it burns you when you hear this song You did this to yourself, you're a dumb guy Like you dont know, Me and Jaz let them fly Now I can't look into your sister and your mums eyes Tell your dad stop acting like his son died Ugh, The streets thought he was a top shotta But you ain't nothing but a liar and a cockblocker This guy's breaking my heart, we used to play in the park Went to weighing up dark, you've been a snake from the start Can't believe this clown I even got mad at my guys Snoop and Tiny when they was gonna beat you down Should've let them do this ting Had plans for us in this music ting Now if you're in the hood you lose your bling Remember when I had you and Snaps moving haze I sacked you I saw the Judas ways You was bunnin' on them tails Gave you onions and a scale Wouldn't chuck my brothers girl for all the money in the world Acting like you love my bro Bitch ran to the 5-0 Snitch hope you die slow A million fake friends, feds on my case Im still in this bait ends, Z's in the base Ugh We used to play fight on a late night You see the chain's bright like a brake light And you ain't got your wig right, cah you the snake type I know you wished we stayed tight, cah I'm about to take flight Strally all up in your dome, if you're walking through the zone Dont be calling off my phone, now you're all up on your own Ugh I ain't down with traitors, I'm all about my paper The whole hood's counting on me like a calculator Ugh, I used to drive this prick Drop him home when he was sliding on the roads It's Nines Suggest an improvement or correction to earn IQ Sd 2 years I got this fulham chick i known her for time before all the ice when i was reloading on nines went from bread and water to lobster and whine thats why i never air her calls when she hollas my line my east tings flya den a poster campagin soroco the same colour as cola champagne she dont smoke weed but she rolls me up them paper plane

It's perfect One, two, three, four Man, I got a song for y'all Interestin' Actual writin' Somethin' y'all ain't never heard of She wants a cowboy, so I just might Find me some boots that fit me right Chew some tobacco, ride me a Bronco On a southern Saturday night I ain't never rode a horse Or worn a cowboy hat But I find me one that fits my head And she won't know any of that I keep walkin' this town Tryna' get me some advice But all the ranch hands around Keep on sayin' they wanna fight And I learned to two step so I can spin her Off her pretty little country feet If she wants a cowboy then I'll be his cowboy As a cowboy can be Find me a horse that I can cover Find me some stars to sleep under Find me a train, I'll hop out west If she wants a cowboy, I'll cowboy the best She wanted a cowboy so I went off Rode me a horse about every day Got pretty good at ranchin' and ridin' But she didn't care anyway Champion buckles, and champion spurs I got everythin' but her Now I'm a cowboy and she wants Nashville What the hell was all this worth Find me a horse that I can cover Find me some stars to sleep under Find me a train, I'll hop out west If she wants Nashville, I'll Nashville the best One more Man, I never heard a song this good So find me a horse that I can cover Find me some stars to sleep under Find me a train, I'll hop out west If she wants a cowboy, I'll cowboy the best Alright boys, I'm leaving for the day, take it easy That was mine, that was it Throw it on the damn radio

Sell my dreams for some good luck Palm trees and they hide in the sun for me In Miami, yayo, yayo, yayo, yayo Yayo, yayo, yeah Fought my way to the top of the club Fought my way to the top of the industry So I gotta lay low, lay low, lay low, lay low Lay low, lay low, yeah When you're at the bottom, there's only one way up I can feel these devils getting into me I've been to the blue velvet, all the way up I can feel the lies takin' over me (Takin' over me) (Takin' over me) In Miami, yayo, yayo, yayo, yayo Yayo, yayo, yeah Fought my way to the top of the club Fought my way to the top of the industry So I gotta lay low, lay low, lay low, lay low Lay low, lay low, yeah Palm trees, Cadillacs, Ziploc bags She told me take the trash and come over here I said if I die here tonight (I die) I just want you to look over me At the end of the rainbow, rainbow, rainbow, rainbow Rainbow, rainbow, yeah In Miami, yayo, yayo, yayo, yayo Yayo, yayo, yeah Got the city on my back Now the city is so sad I ain't got no halo, halo, halo, halo Halo, halo, yeah So I gotta lay low, lay low, lay low, lay low Lay low, lay low, yeah Fought my way to the top of the club Fought my way to the top of the industry