Juice Wrld - Man Man Lyrics

Man Man Song Lyrics
Man Man by Juice WRLD [Intro]
What, what, ayy
Look, I’m in the studio with my mans Pedro
My mans SB, that’s blood
My mans Hefe, that’s blood, you know?
Look, I’ma just tell you how I feel

[Chorus]
Man man (Man man), Man man (Man man)
I just ran up on his mans, goddamn (Goddamn)
Dunkin’ on him like it’s NBA Jam, ayy
Stomp your mans out, blood on my Timbs, oh man
Goddamn (Goddamn), goddamn (Goddamn)
Got the saucin’ in this b**ch, goddamn (Goddamn)
Got the flossin’ in this b**ch, goddamn (Goddamn)
Aw man, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
I told your b**ch that I’m the motherf**king man, ayy (I’m the man, ayy)
She tried to suck me up like right through my pants, ayy (Through my pants, ayy)
I pop a perc and then I swallow half a xan, ayy (Half a xan, ayy)
I’m in your girl and I’ll be gettin’ in her pants, oh man
Goddamn (Goddamn), do my f**kin’ dance with the sauce
I might dunk on your b**ch, Yao Ming with the sauce (Yeah, yeah)
I’ma catch, Randy Moss, talkin’ dumb, Molotov (Goddamn)
I might run into your crib, uh, I’ma get it off, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Goddamn, goddamn, I’m the f**kin’ man (Okay)
I’ll pull up on your niggas in a black mini van
Got a mask on my face and a mag in my hand (Okay)
Got a clip on my waste, I’ma kill you if I can
Man man (Ayy, man), goddamn (Goddamn)
I heard your girl tryna blow me with a fan, ha (With a fan, ayy)
I chop the beat up, then I screw it like your b**ch
You run up on me like a lick, you get hit, f**k that sh*t
Goddamn, trillest out the gang
Monkeys for banana clips, gorillas out the gang
They been talkin’ stupid, but I’m ballin’ out like James (Ayy)
I be f**kin’ zooted, yeah, chillin’ with your main (Okay)
It’s my thing for a minute (Okay), bang for a minute (Okay)
Drive-by, 9s out with the windows tinted
But I’m on that other sh*t, tryna f**k that other b**ch (Yeah, yeah)
Tell that pussy rest in peace, tell that kitty you’ll be missed
Ayy [?], man man (Man)
I do what I want (Yeah), you do what you can (Okay)
It’s the difference, it’s a distance
Your ho wanna f**k, I told her we was different
It is not a friendship (Yeah, yeah), sauce, sauce, boy
I get big with the money, Rick Ross, boy (Okay)
You either trying to get money, get lost, boy (Get lost)
I heard you tryna get on, don’t get off, boy
I got Suppressor on the beat, man man
Kept on rappin’ on this track, man man
Catch me whippin’ in the trap, goddamn (Goddamn)
Run up on me if you clap [?]

[Outro]
Man man (Man man), ayy
Man man (Ayy), high as f**k, make a jam
I’ma put this on a mixtape, I don’t really know what tape is it, though, you feel me? I f**k with it
Man man, ayy
I’m the damn man, ayy
I do what I want, b**ch
And you do what you can
Goddamn, goddamn, man man
Ayy, ayy, man man
Ayy, man man, ayy, ayy
Goddamn, goddamn
Man man