Take Yo Man Lyrics

[Intro: Queen Key]
Queen, ayy
'Cause I'm a (Bankroll Got It)
Queen shit, bitch

[Chorus: Queen Key]
I never f*cked a lame 'cause I'm allergic ('Cause I'm allergic)
I like to flirt with pretty ass niggas, make 'em nervous (Make 'em nervous)
I don't f*ck with niggas who be lurking, it ain't worth it (Nah)
Honestly, I can't dance, but on the mouth, I be twerking
And I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose
I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose
I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose
I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose (Take your man)

[Verse 1: Queen Key]
I just took her man, then I took him to the store (C'mon)
Yeah, I'ma drive, he gon' spend his money, though (C'mon)
Her baby daddy cashed me out, but then he say he broke (Haha)
Yeah, it's kinda sad, but ho, you know how this shit go (Let's go)
You know how this shit go and bitch, you know your nigga went (Yeah)
Bad bitches linkin' up, and ho, this how we vent (Yeah)
Tay and Key arrivin', bitches wanna be our friends (Hell nah, bitch)
Did he eat my p*ssy? Um, it depends (It depends)
I don't tell a bitch where I'm at, who I'm with (Ayy, ayy)
Tell these bitches who I'm f*ckin', they gon' wanna suck his dick (They gon' wanna, ayy)
Got some magic p*ssy like that witch, but I'm that bitch (But I'm that bitch)
If that nigga lame and he rich, get finessed, then dismissed

[Chorus: Queen Key & Tay Money]
I never f*cked a lame 'cause I'm allergic ('Cause I'm allergic)
I like to flirt with pretty ass niggas, make 'em nervous (Make 'em nervous)
I don't f*ck with niggas who be lurking, it ain't worth it (Nah)
Honestly, I can't dance, but on the mouth, I be twerking And I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose
I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose
I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose
I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose (Take your man, Money)

[Verse 2: Tay Money]
Ayy, bitches think they fly, but really they some fans (Sit down)
I need me a sign that say Tay Money when I land
If I'm chillin' with your man (What?), that really ain't your man (Who?)
Let me break it down for you so you could understand (Oh, hell no)
Crown and Coke in the club, make it a double
They don't like when I pull up with Key 'cause we bring trouble
Talkin' all that shit, but shawty need another bundle, a-hah
I'm on your ass, bitch, keep runnin'
Tay Money hot as shit like you just touched the oven (Ayy)
Yeah, he say he need a baby that be thuggin'
And I won't argue with no dude that I ain't f*ckin' (Boy)
And if I give it to you, baby, don't start buggin' (Boy)

[Chorus: Queen Key]
I never f*cked a lame 'cause I'm allergic ('Cause I'm allergic)
I like to flirt with pretty ass niggas, make 'em nervous (Make 'em nervous)
I don't f*ck with niggas who be lurking, it ain't worth it (Nah)
Honestly, I can't dance, but on the mouth, I be twerking
And I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose
I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose
I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose
I might take your man, but it ain't on purpose (Take your man)

[Outro: Tay Money]
Hello?
Yeah
I'm with Key and she with me, ayy
Bad bitch link up, Tay motherf*ckin' Money
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Okay, okay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

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