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(feat. Lloyd) I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya [Verse 1: Yung Berg] 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) SongtexteTake it to tha flo, Cause I kno how to handle ya I ont wanna be ya man I wanna be ya manager [Chorus: Lloyd] 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) [Bridge:] 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) [Verse 2:] 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 [Chorus: Lloyd] 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) [Bridge: x2] 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 [Closing: Lloyd] 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 Aus Songtexte Mania