man, ya man ain't me (ya man ain't me) [Ending verse:] Oh no your man ain't me no baby (Oh no) Oh no your man ain't me no baby (he ain't me no) Oh no
please, ya man, ya man ain't me Oh no, ya man ain't me, no baby Oh no, ya man ain't me, no baby Oh no, ya man ain't me, no baby ...
find out who you f-cking with 'Cause I ain't full of s-cker shit, I'm joking no Chris Tucker shit I ain't even smilin', I'ma 'bout to start wylin' I
sh-t meet my two fingers, intro...deuces if you knew better you'd do better wanna get the middle finger but I got two better [Chris Brown - Chorus] So you gon diss me
I'm about Colder than the winter Y'all ain't messin' wit me Y'all just some beginners Follow me like twitter, girl they follow me like twitter (twitter) Follow me, follow me
s it goin'? It ain't goin' good My girl ain't doin' her things she used to do and oh I got just what you need Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain You heard
of property nothin in my wallet but i'm cheatin on the lottery ain't talkin twitter when i say yo girl follow me gimme a patron before i perform got me
me baby all you gotta do is Pop, Lock, and Drop It But baby don`t stop it We can do it like Chris Brown girl and get it poppin Man I`m a pro, look
Melvin Flynt A criminal, don't need no prints These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since Coulda woulda, had them dudes straight hoppin'
Yo, yo, yo Yo, N O R papi, say what? That nigga's the man With his manager Chris and the label that Jams Still flossin', showin' your rocks Ain't you
curdlin blood, don't get burned from the buzz I speak with conviction, like what Da Brat just heard from the judge Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo
, and they jockin The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop [2x] [Chorus] Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't... Let me know Let me see if you can run
me holla at somebody real Alight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on Bleek, line two} Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word I ain't
he ain't let me know Let me see if you can run it, run it Girl, indeed I can run it, run it Is ya man on the flo? If he ain't let me know Let me see
alright Daddy told me You ain't gotta beat around the bush (Fa sho) Deep inside I feel you, Lord (Number 1) I come this far by faith Bless me with the voice And gave me
gun Yo, here come my homeboy mixmaster spade Man, what's up, man? Hey man, ain't you from compton, man? (ah yeah) Alright man, tell em what's up, man
do Tellin me that you diggin me Tellin me I'm yo man to be Girlfriend its gone cost a fee Get yo ass and work the streets Pay ya boy and make me rich
