Man At Home Lyrics

Man At Home - Sexyy Red

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Boy, stop playin'

You ain't even ready for a bitch like me

(You know I got a man at home)

But you talkin' all that big dog shit

So we gon' see what you talkin' 'bout

Yeah, I got a man, but niggas ain't shit

Right now I'm down to cheat, I need some new dick

Fuckin' with these hoes, used to make a bitch sick

Now call my side nigga for a quickie 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 mines

I've been thinkin' 'bout heavy, he been all on my mind

Might fall in love with me, I ain't gon' fall in love with you

Ask any nigga they gon' tell you that I'm "Boo"

I just keep it real, man, I gotta tell the truth

Whole time that's my woo-wop, that's my lil' boo

You know I got a man at home (man at home)

Playin' on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong (boy, you know you dead wrong)

I shoulda never fuck them good (fuck them good)

Got him chunkin' up my hood (got him chunkin' up my hood)

Boy, what's wrong with you?

You trippin

I just wanna be alone with you

That's pimpin

And he know I got a man, but he don't give a fuck

That's why I fuck with him

We just kick it

I said what you wanna do? We gotta keep it cool

'Cause my baby dad'l pop you

And nigga, I don't like groupies

If you tell people we fuckin', I'ma say it ain't true (it ain't true)

First off, I'ma player, gotta keep the shit real

I ain't lookin' for relationships, I ain't got time to chill

I'ma only call your phone when my nigga fuck up

Fuckin' with a gangsta bitch, I'll leave a nigga stuck

I put the pussy on him, now he can't leave me alone

Trippin' 'bout my baby daddy, boy, you dead wrong

Three o'clock in the mornin', playin' 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 'cause whole time your bitch live at home

But that's my favorite ho, so I'm a still take that bone

He the one that make me wanna sing this song

You know I got a man at home (man at home)

Playin' on my phone, boy, you know you dead wrong (boy, you know you dead wrong)

I shoulda never fuck them good (fuck them good)

Got him chunkin' up my hood (got him chunkin' up my hood)