Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like a Man, artist - Lil Wayne.
Date of issue: 18.02.2016
Song language: English
Like a Man |
Um, like a man |
I got all this money, all these bitches, like a man |
I don’t want the glamour nor the glitz, and like a man; |
I got all these goons, all these guns, all this land, all these cars, |
all these boobs, all these tongues, like a man |
I got all these foods, all this fun, all these pools, all these tubs, |
all these moods, all these drugs, all these rooms, all these rugs |
The rules ain’t for us, we just do’s what we does |
From the moon to the sun, like a man |
Make her pop that pussy like a Xan |
I was sittin' in that cell like a pan |
Did it like a man, did it like a motherfuckin' man |
I just come from visitation, I snuck up a couple grams, hoe |
I be fuckin' with them champs, hoe |
I be skatin', I be jumpin' off them ramps, hoe |
I be racing, I be dustin' all them Lambos |
I’ma hit you, I’ma hit you with that wham, hoe |
Oh, oh man, hands in her pants but she got a old man |
She snort a dab of coke, we don’t dab |
We gettin' money like the fuckin' Arabs |
The weed musty like the fuckin' Arabs |
Codeine in her punch, that’s a straight jab |
Slime like a man, I call her ass a cab |
If her ass ain’t got no ass to grab |
Like a man (Heh) |
Like a man (Heh) |
Like a man, like a man, like a motherfuckin' |
Like a man, like a man, like a motherfuckin' |
Like a man |
I got all these hoes, all these woes, like a man |
I rock all these shows 'round the globe, like a man |
I ride for all my bros, that’s who drove |
All my haters play your role, Gladiator, Russell Crowe |
Elevator on your floor |
Hot potato on the nose of the handgun |
Aiming at your dandruff, cocaine in my pants cuff |
Dodging handcuffs like a ram truck |
Coupe on the rims like a slam dunk |
She gon' catch a nut, fuck niggas catch tantrums |
Boy, we went from stretch Hummers to the stretch mansions |
'Rari all pink like 'fuck breast cancer!' |
Nigga, we done made trap houses out the Hamptons |
Like a man |
Lil Tunechi off the wall, like Spider-Man |
Promethazine, cream soda, and the Vicodin |
Like a man, I’ve been hard since a diaper then |
And ever since I been on Mars, I’ve been buyin' land |
Like a man, like a gangster, like a real one |
These pussies get the dildo, I get the deal done |
Like a man, I hate a bitch with a lil' tongue |
And all this fuckin' old money make me feel young |
Yeah, like a man, like a motherfuckin' man |
Like a man, like a, like a motherfuckin' man |
Like a, like a motherfuckin' man |
She gon' fuck me like a, like I’m her motherfuckin' man |
But the bitch got a man |
Oh, put that nigga in the can |
Uh, but she wish I was her man and I wish she would stop playin' |
And that nigga is a fan |
Like a man tho, that nigga is a fan tho |
You need a challenge to expand, hoe |
Really, you can do better, I’m just sayin' tho |
Uh, I’m just sayin' tho |
Me and you can make Magic like Orlando |
You naked in my bando, on my piano |
I put it in your asshole, you go Soprano |
Like a man, we some motherfuckin' assholes |
Make her back that ass up and then I backstroke |
I’m screamin' money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes |
These lil' niggas washed up, they need some bathrobes |
We the niggas, out stompin' we on smash mode |
These lil' niggas washed up I’m on my last load |
We just take the guns up and press fast forward |
Got them bricks, like I’m shootin' it from half court |
Leave a nigga brains all over the dashboard |
Leave a nigga brains all over the dance floor |
We in private planes, all in different airports |
I’m about to treat a pussy like a crash course |
I’m so fly, I feel like I’m with the air force |
I can’t lie, I don’t like her if her hair’s short |
Like a man, like a motherfuckin' man, no |
Young Money squad up and I’m the man, hoe |
Tunechi |