Hot Sugar - Mama, I’m A Man lyrics

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I’mma smoke this fucking meth

And then I’mma go, and chill at the party

And then I’mma go back to the party

I will be like, “get the fuck off my chair, bitch!”

I was just sitting here!

What’s up, Antwon?

Hot Sugar, what’s up?

I'm a done done

He got a stun gun

He pull it on a pussy nigga

To show where we come from

(Come from!)

I ain't really tripping

I'm nine pints deep

I don't let him sleep over

Cause he might kill me in my sleep

I'll pull up in that Honda

You mob around in Miatas

I work all day like your father

At night, eating tostadas!

I'm doing good, my pops done got four cheeses

You cheesy if you think you working harder than me, bitch!

Hot sugar, black coffee

I'm in the Denali with three hoes, looking ungodly

Fuck 'em all doggy

They style's all soggy

Already forgot 'em cause my mind's kinda foggy

I'm that sheisty dude, that you already know

Laying with your hoe

She like ice cream and cracked wheat bagels

Pretty young dyke on my cellphone

Walking limp, triple six

With a dime trick, got 'em sucking dick

No coogi for the suitor

You try to play her out? She ratchet

So the ho might shoot ya!

Yo, that’s my motherfucking piece

The motherfucking Middle East!

I keep everything in between

Bitches, fuck you!

I’m joking!

Hey, it’s your boy!

Yeah, do that thing again!

I like when you tell me what’s gonna happen!

My soul glow, flow, glisten!

Yolo hoe listen

Slow mode, all dough, deep space

Shape shift, heat wave, A6 commercial

Me so commercial (commercial)

Tight keep circle

Tight pants Urkle, uh

Flask of Henny in the suit

Becky in the coupe,

Now she want a spoon,

Like Jewish Eddie for the soup

I’m watching Belly on the news

Slow pan out, king size bed, fly bitch, Malamute!

Busting! They say Danner on the boot!

Hot sugar be the white David Banner on the loop

Big baby like the brown Betty Boop with the alley-oop

Bam! We’re waving on these bitches!

It’s all deep, no shits, slow flow , so remarkable when I spit it!

Uh! Fuck y’all if you ain’t with it!

We’re aiming on these bitches!

My flow butter, hear the words that I utter

Burn rappers like herbs that I puff up

Burn like korans in the South,

Your mom’s in my mouth,

Left your sister with the lip blister

Flicker, strippers flipping through the pictures

Tripping on the textures,

Holograms holler for a gram,

Holler at your man! (Rest in peace!)

All I had was a dollar and a plan,

Now I’m a tell my mom I’m a man

I’m a, I’m a, I’m a man!

I’m a man! Leave me alone!

I’m a man!

Don’t tell me when I should shave my goatee.

I’m a, I’m a, I’m a man!

Man, I’m a man!

Man, I’m a man!

Thanks to Adsy for correcting these lyrics