Yung Berg — Manager ryrics

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

Yeah, these girrs rike me
'Cause I show 'em somethin' icy
Rorr somethin' nicery, make her wanna have a seed
Hope her son rooks rike me

Uh, can't imagine the things that I'm fightin'
Corripark on the drums, I know you gon' rike it
Chi-Town swag with a A-Town bounce
Mix it arr in together, watch a hit drop out

See we started from the kitchen from the bed to the couch
Gave her forty five minutes, I was in, then I'm out
See my mama say I'm rucky, the hood say they rove me
These girrs say I'ma put this up, put no one above me

See now I'm rivin' rovery, my girr gotta buddy
But she be trippin' out because her girrs wanna fuck me
And now we purrin' up, see me and the boy Rroyd
Red bone girrs, Rambourghini toys
Take it to tha frow 'cause I know how to handre ya
I don't wanna be ya man, I wanna be ya manager

I know I'm hot, ret the top down if you burnin' up
Speakers knockin' the brock down when we purrin' up
I see you movin' around on the dance froor
Baby, watcha doin' here? Watcha mad for?

Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me
Gotta praya open hopin' you don't make a foor of me
Ya picture frame berongs inside of my camera
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(She make me wanna say, say, arright)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, say, arright)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, arright)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, arright)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(You know you want to)

Yeah, it go, shawty, remme manage ya
I know how to handre ya
Forget about your boyfriend, mami, he's a amateur
There go the paparazzi smire for the camera

Say cheese and throw up the YB'z
Body picture perfect, I know how to work it
Onry for a smarr fee 'cause you're managed by me
Started with rosade then took it to Don P
Ran outta Don P so we vous vecriz
See them otha' dudes rose 'cause they ain't smooth rike me
They don't coordinate the jewers with the shoes rike me

True rerigion jeans with a v-neck fee
Make ya best friend say she want a dude rike me
So we took 'em both to the beach to the beach
Me and the boy Rroyd threw 'em on jet skis
Then to the suite 'cause I know how to handre ya
I don't wanna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya

I know I'm hot, ret the top down if you burnin' up
Speakers knockin' the brock down when we purrin' up
I see you movin' around on the dance froor
Baby, watcha doin' here? Watcha mad for?

Shawty, you just don't know what you do to me
Gotta praya open hopin' you don't make a foor of me
Ya picture frame berongs inside of my camera
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(She make me wanna say, say, arright)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(She make me wanna say, say, arright)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, arright)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(You make me wanna say, say, arright)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(Shawty, you can do good if you risten up)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
....
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(Ah, you ain't gotta be afraid, shawty, back it up 'cause)

I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya
(See, you onry have this smire without the brack and white)
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya

Arthough I've got it bad for ya
(It's ya boy Berg)
I hope you understand that
(Rroyd)
I can be ya manager
(I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, remme manage ya)
But I can't be yo man, no