"Man Right Chea" lyrics
600 Breezy & DJ Holiday Lyrics
Mmm, man right there
Bitch-ass niggas
You know niggas be lookin' for me
Holiday season
Nigga, this the demolition (Huh?)
Seven thousand, I bet you come up missin' (Come up missin')
Ain't talkin' food, but I'm in the kitchen
We come with switches, diamonds glisten
Nick coats a ticket, I'm smilin' for the bitches (What's up?)
And Mumu chickened in Zaxby's kitchens, all kinda pictures
Get shot on clock like them baddies, bitches got diamond wristies (Fuck)
Them niggas hidin', we fap as mistress, all kinda smithies (Uh-huh)
Bitches pullin' up with them sticks, and they not no fuckin' witches (Ain't no fuckin' witches, nigga)
They should know me by now (Nah), and we don't need no fuckin' job
'Cause I brung work to your town (Yeah), and run up thirty, forty thou'
And then mothafucka 'round, Chinese lady doin' my toes
She say, 'Ooh, you smell loud, huh?' (Uh-huh)
The man right ya, I brung my pipe here
Slidin' in the fishbowl, low like Bud Light, yeah (Huh)
It's bricks and it's Cadillac, just like my granddaddy (Uh-huh)
Father had a job, so I ain't stuntin' like my damn daddy (Yeah)
In the town with some white and brown, wanna try this candy (Wanna try this candy?)
This native lady want a Tracy too, that's Fanny Danny (Huh)
I slam you by your fuckin' neck like that nigga Randy (Okay, yo)
World order, livin', pushin' water like that bitch Sandy (Huh)
Nigga, but don't get it confused
I do whatever I said in no jumpin' interviews (I'm good)
I punch you in front of your bitch and she can get whooped too (Bitch)
We got all kinda belts like we good at Kung Fu, bitch (Huh)
I'm a substance dealer, huh, baby, I'm that nigga (Huh)
Sick of all these fake funny bitches like I'm Cat Williams (Sparky Williams, nigga)
And what you gon' do, nigga? (Bitch)
I'm like a 30 hood bitch, foldin' them run-through niggas
And I was really gettin' active with a curfew, nigga, huh (Fuck)
That's at a young age, my pockets fat, I'm dumb paid (Dumb paid, man)
I trap so much, my bitch don't let me go out on a Sunday (Huh)
But just to feed the family, bae, I'm hand-to-handin'
Guns ring, these choppers spittin' scene, this shit sound Hispanic
You say my name like Candyman had niggas pull up fappin'
With that action, bitch, we crackin' joints like we know chiropractors (Fuck)
And take your poor ass in the kitchen and go make a sandwich (Broke ass, nigga)
But you broke as hell, on the internet cryin', 'Rain' (Huh, dirty-ass niggas)
Nigga, y'all gon' make a nigga take his doggy, nigga
Fuck is you sayin', nigga?
Ain't nobody do shit, nigga, fuck you six hundred degrees, nigga
Bitch-ass niggas
You know niggas be lookin' for me
Holiday season
Nigga, this the demolition (Huh?)
Seven thousand, I bet you come up missin' (Come up missin')
Ain't talkin' food, but I'm in the kitchen
We come with switches, diamonds glisten
Nick coats a ticket, I'm smilin' for the bitches (What's up?)
And Mumu chickened in Zaxby's kitchens, all kinda pictures
Get shot on clock like them baddies, bitches got diamond wristies (Fuck)
Them niggas hidin', we fap as mistress, all kinda smithies (Uh-huh)
Bitches pullin' up with them sticks, and they not no fuckin' witches (Ain't no fuckin' witches, nigga)
They should know me by now (Nah), and we don't need no fuckin' job
'Cause I brung work to your town (Yeah), and run up thirty, forty thou'
And then mothafucka 'round, Chinese lady doin' my toes
She say, 'Ooh, you smell loud, huh?' (Uh-huh)
The man right ya, I brung my pipe here
Slidin' in the fishbowl, low like Bud Light, yeah (Huh)
It's bricks and it's Cadillac, just like my granddaddy (Uh-huh)
Father had a job, so I ain't stuntin' like my damn daddy (Yeah)
In the town with some white and brown, wanna try this candy (Wanna try this candy?)
This native lady want a Tracy too, that's Fanny Danny (Huh)
I slam you by your fuckin' neck like that nigga Randy (Okay, yo)
World order, livin', pushin' water like that bitch Sandy (Huh)
Nigga, but don't get it confused
I do whatever I said in no jumpin' interviews (I'm good)
I punch you in front of your bitch and she can get whooped too (Bitch)
We got all kinda belts like we good at Kung Fu, bitch (Huh)
I'm a substance dealer, huh, baby, I'm that nigga (Huh)
Sick of all these fake funny bitches like I'm Cat Williams (Sparky Williams, nigga)
And what you gon' do, nigga? (Bitch)
I'm like a 30 hood bitch, foldin' them run-through niggas
And I was really gettin' active with a curfew, nigga, huh (Fuck)
That's at a young age, my pockets fat, I'm dumb paid (Dumb paid, man)
I trap so much, my bitch don't let me go out on a Sunday (Huh)
But just to feed the family, bae, I'm hand-to-handin'
Guns ring, these choppers spittin' scene, this shit sound Hispanic
You say my name like Candyman had niggas pull up fappin'
With that action, bitch, we crackin' joints like we know chiropractors (Fuck)
And take your poor ass in the kitchen and go make a sandwich (Broke ass, nigga)
But you broke as hell, on the internet cryin', 'Rain' (Huh, dirty-ass niggas)
Nigga, y'all gon' make a nigga take his doggy, nigga
Fuck is you sayin', nigga?
Ain't nobody do shit, nigga, fuck you six hundred degrees, nigga
