Video Lil Less Lil More de Ace Y Manny Mula 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ace Y Manny Mula - Lil Less Lil More Lyrics

[Hook: Rastafari]
Talking on the phone
Best nights on my own
Contemplating not sure
A lil less a lil more [x2]

[Verse 1: Manny Müla]
Catch me in the City where I'm staying
Shawty know I ain't playing
In the rendez-vous she laying
Hear her but don't know what she saying (Nah nah nah)
Lil less love but lil more to drank
Feelings messed up and shawty don't know what to think
Shawty don't know what to thank (Nah nah nah)
She wanna head over to her place
Cut the cake like my birthday
Oh, she can have it her way
Lately she been feeling real thirsty
Had the pussy popping on a Thursday
Finessing with the bottle of champagne
No ring but she wanna take my last name (Nah nah nah)
I could put you on, girl feel this
Shawty come fuck with the realest
Put you on game, no secrets
Shawty what you got is the business
Her kisses, when she swaying
Let her know I ain't playing
But girl let me know if you're staying
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace]
Indecisive my major
You laugh now cry later
Quit hiding your anger, with smiles that be faker
My niggas we catered, still chasing the paper
I'm serving these niggas like I was a waiter
The shit that you saying ain't causing no danger
Your plans overtaking, can't get any vaguer
The skies looking grayer
They wish they could tame us
The end looking near cause we rising like vapor

Flow steady deep but this shit is getting deeper
Definition of a keeper; light-skin mamacita
4 o'clock in the evening or the morning, in between it
Yeah I want it, I been fiending
We gon' make it best believe it
Going court killed a feature, in the booth I'm a creature
Nigga all I do is win, either acres, millimeters
All this talk is getting cheaper but depends on who the speaker
Asking who shot the preacher, while you deaf to what he teaches (Wassup)


[Bridge x2: Rastafari, Ace & Manny Müla]
A lil less love but a lil more to drank
A lil more partying and a lil less to think
And a lil less to think (Nah nah nah)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rastafari]
I ain't tryna' do nothing that you won't do
Baby who you giving that front to
Listen girls always tryna' rumble
And I don't even know what this come to
But anyways listen girl can I call you
Tryna' get them digits and a number
Oh baby what you come for
Come baby lemme give you comfort
Something on top of that
Baby I'm wanting that
Give me a heart attack
God damn that ass so fat
If you not liking that
Switch up some other ass
Bring in another batch, bring in another batch

[Hook]

[Bridge]