Yung Berg

Yung Berg - Manager lyrics

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I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya





Yeah, these girls like me cause I show em somethin icy

Roll Somethin nicely

Make her wanna have a seed, Hope her son looks like me

Uh, can't imagine the things that I'm fightin

Collipark on the drums, I kno u gon like it

Chi-Town swag with a A-Town bounce

Mix in all in together Watch a hit drop out

See we started from the kitchen, from the bed,

To the couch

Gave her 45 minutes I was In

Then I'm Out

See my mama say I'm lucky

The hood say they love me

These girls (hate the part how I?) Put no one above me

See now I'm livin lovely

My Girl Gotta buddy

But she be trippin out because her girls wanna f**k me

And now we pullin up, see

Me and the boy Lloyd

Redbone (Girls)

Lambourghini (Toys)

Take it to tha flo, Cause I kno how to handle ya

I ont wanna be ya man I wanna be ya manager





Kno I'm hot, let the top down if u burnin up

Speakers Knockin the block down wen we pullin up

I see you movin around on the dance floor

Baby watcha doin here watcha mad for

Shawty u jus don't kno wat u do to me

Gotta Playa open hopin u don't make a fool of me

Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya (she make me wanna say)





Oooooh ooh ooooooooh

Oooooh ooh ooooooooh

Ooohooohooohh, ohh

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya

Oooooh oooh oooooh ohh

Oooooh oooh oooooh ohhh

Ohhh Ohhh Ohh

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya

(You know u want to)





Yeah, it go shawty lemme manage ya

I kno how to handle ya

Forget about your boyfriend mami he's a amateur

There go the paparazzi smile for the camera (ahh)

Say cheese and throw up the YB'z (YB'z)

Body Picture perfect

I kno how to work it

Only for a small fee cause your managed by me

Started with (rosade?) then took it to Don P

Ran outta Don P so we vous (vecliz?)

See them otha dudes lose cause they ain't smoove like me

They don't coordinate the jewels with the shoes like me

True Religion Jeans with a v-neck fee

Make ya best friend say she want a dude like me (Like Meeee)

So we took em both to the beach (to the beach)

Me and the boy Lloyd (boy Lloyd) Threw em on Jet Skis (Skiiiis)

Then to the suite cause I know how to handle ya

I ont wanna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya





Kno I'm hot, let the top down if u burnin up

Speakers Knockin the block down wen we pullin up

I see you movin around on the dance floor

Baby watcha doin here watcha mad for

Shawty u jus don't kno wat u do to me

Gotta Playa open hopin u don't make a fool of me

Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya (she make me wanna say)





Oooooh ooh ooooooooh

Oooooh ooh ooooooooh

Ooohooohooohh, ohh

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya

Oooooh oooh oooooh ohh

Oooooh oooh oooooh ohhh

Ohhh Ohhh Ohh

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya





Although I've git bad for ya (it's ya boy berg)

I hope u understand that (lloyd)

I can be ya manager (I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya)

But I can't be yo maaan, nooooo









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