Sexyy Red Man At Home Lyrics

[Intro]
Boy, stop playing
You ain't even really [?] like me
But you talking [?]
So we gon' see what you talking [?]

[Verse 1]
Yeah I got a man, but niggas ain't shit
Right now I'm down to cheat, I need some new dick
f*cking with these hoes, used to make a bitch sick
Now call my side nigga, for a quicky in the whip
He gon' get a bitch right every single time
He got a big dick, plus his ass hella fine
But I don't love the nigga, cause I know he ain't mine
I've been thinking 'bout [?] he been all on my mind
Might fall in love with me, I ain't gon' fall in love with you
[?]
I just keep it real, man, I gotta tell the truth
[?] that's my wu, [?]
[Chorus]
You know I got a man at home
[?] on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong
I should nеver f*ck them [?]
Got him chunking up my hood

[Verse 2]
Boy, what's wrong with you?
You trippin
I just wanna be alonе with you
That's pimpin
And he know I got a man, but he don't give a f*ck That's why I f*ck with him
We just [?]
I said what you wanna do? We gotta keep it cool
'Cause my baby daddy [?]
And nigga, I don't like groupies
If you tell people we f*cking, I'm a say it ain't true
First off, I'm a [?] keep the shit real
I ain't looking for relationships, I ain't got time to chill
[?] with my nigga [?]
f*cking with a gangsta bitch, leave a nigga stuck
I put the p*ssy on him, now he can't leave me alone
Trippin 'bout my baby daddy, boy, you damn wrong
3:00 in the morning, playing on a bitch phone
I told you what it was from the jump, boy, I'm grown
Slut him out, make him eat my coochie, then I'm gone
Play your part [?] home
But that's my favorite hustler, so I'm a still take that bone
He the one that make me wanna sing this song

[Chorus]
You know I got a man at home
[?] on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong
I should never f*ck them [?]
Got him chunking up my hood