Hot Sugar
Текст песни Mama, I’m A Man

[Intro:]
I'mma smoke this fucking myrrh
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 …
I work all day like your father
At night, hitting 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… 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 piece!
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
Space shit, heat way, A6 commercial
Me so commercial (commercial)
The tide keep circle
Tight pants irkle, uh
Flask of Henny in the suit
Becky in the coop,
Now she want a spoon,
Like you was ready for the soup
I'm watching Belly on the news
Slow pen, now king size bed
Fly bitch, I'm immune!
Busting! They say dinner on the boot!
Hot sugar be the white David Banner on the loop
Big baby like the brown Betty Boop with the…
We're waving on these bitches!
It's all deep, no shits, slow… , so remarkable
When I spit it! Uh!
Fuck y'all if you ain't with it!
We're aiming on these bitches!

My flow, but I beat the words that I utter
Burn rappers like herbs that I puff up
Burn like… in the South, your mom's
My mouth left your sister with the lip glister
Flicker, strippers flipping through the pictures
Stripping 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 shake my gold teeth
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a man!
Man, I'm a man!
Man, I'm a man!