Juicy J & Xavier Wulf - Don’t Let Em See
[Intro: Juicy J, & ]
Play me some pimpin', man
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out, loced outSmo— Smoked out, smoked out
Oh, man
[Chorus: Juicy J]
What's your man got to do with me?
What's your man got to do with me? ()
Not gon' post you on my page, ain't no room for the shade
Ain't got time for that messy shit, I don't let 'em see ()
What's your man got to do with me?
What's your man got to do with me?
I don't care 'bout your man and your nosy-ass friends ()
I'ma always fly you places that they never be ()
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I was somewhere getting cash, man, ran into this bad thing
Coke-bottle-shapеd ass bustin' out the damn frame ()
I'm not playing with you, girl, I see you not a damn game
I can tеll you feeling me, the chemistry is off the chain
I told her, "Back it up, them other guys don't got a chance" ()
That is when she told me that she got a man
Oh, shit, here we go again
Not tryna step on his toes, just get in where I fit in
I get hella stamina 'cause I been in the gym
I got time today, I last longer than him
Take you out of central, strip you down to your Skims
Say you got a man, you here without him again ()
I'm a man of my word, rules is rules ()
If you snooze, you lose, don't get mad if she choose ()
Got you dicked down, covered in jewels
Let you sip somethin' smooth while you tan by the pool ()
[Chorus: Juicy J]
What's your man got to do with me?
What's your man got to do with me?
Not gon' post you on my page, ain't no room for the shade ()
Ain't got time for that messy shit, I don't let 'em see ()
What's your man got to do with me?
[Bridge: ]
[Verse 2: Xavier Wulf]
I'm pullin' in with them custom-spec rims on a ho
I don't argue with you niggas, but I shoot if he approach
I'm in Memphis in the mud, I'm in Cali' on the coast
You don't really ball, nigga, you a rookie, I'm the coach
Told that bitch I'm finna chill, she be tryna do the most
I'm the type of nigga drag 'em cross-town on a rope
You the type of nigga go and lay down when you broke
I'm good at making quick decisions, should I save her? Hell no ()
Smoking more than most, smoke so much, look like a ghost
I stood on what I said, ain't gon' give a nigga hope
Brand new FN, you can't get this at the store
Dragon Fang Gang, bitch, that's all he need to know
Play me some pimpin', man
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out, loced outSmo— Smoked out, smoked out
Oh, man
[Chorus: Juicy J]
What's your man got to do with me?
What's your man got to do with me? ()
Not gon' post you on my page, ain't no room for the shade
Ain't got time for that messy shit, I don't let 'em see ()
What's your man got to do with me?
What's your man got to do with me?
I don't care 'bout your man and your nosy-ass friends ()
I'ma always fly you places that they never be ()
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
I was somewhere getting cash, man, ran into this bad thing
Coke-bottle-shapеd ass bustin' out the damn frame ()
I'm not playing with you, girl, I see you not a damn game
I can tеll you feeling me, the chemistry is off the chain
I told her, "Back it up, them other guys don't got a chance" ()
That is when she told me that she got a man
Oh, shit, here we go again
Not tryna step on his toes, just get in where I fit in
I get hella stamina 'cause I been in the gym
I got time today, I last longer than him
Take you out of central, strip you down to your Skims
Say you got a man, you here without him again ()
I'm a man of my word, rules is rules ()
If you snooze, you lose, don't get mad if she choose ()
Got you dicked down, covered in jewels
Let you sip somethin' smooth while you tan by the pool ()
[Chorus: Juicy J]
What's your man got to do with me?
What's your man got to do with me?
Not gon' post you on my page, ain't no room for the shade ()
Ain't got time for that messy shit, I don't let 'em see ()
What's your man got to do with me?
[Bridge: ]
[Verse 2: Xavier Wulf]
I'm pullin' in with them custom-spec rims on a ho
I don't argue with you niggas, but I shoot if he approach
I'm in Memphis in the mud, I'm in Cali' on the coast
You don't really ball, nigga, you a rookie, I'm the coach
Told that bitch I'm finna chill, she be tryna do the most
I'm the type of nigga drag 'em cross-town on a rope
You the type of nigga go and lay down when you broke
I'm good at making quick decisions, should I save her? Hell no ()
Smoking more than most, smoke so much, look like a ghost
I stood on what I said, ain't gon' give a nigga hope
Brand new FN, you can't get this at the store
Dragon Fang Gang, bitch, that's all he need to know
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