Man, I am so sick and tired of you free loadin off me.
| And what the hell is that smell?
| Did you just...
| Man, you are so uhhh
|
| Boy you stressin me,
| You need to just get up out my house
| And be impressin me,
| And buy me things,
| Why I'm always buyin you this,
| Buyin you that,
| I don't never see you give nuttin back
|
| You need ta get a job,
| Or atleast walk the dog,
| Can't even do something so simple
| Like just get hard,
| So please don't cry,
| Baby dry your eyes,
| Mamas gonna throw you out no surprise
|
| [Chorus: x2]
| I'm not ya suga mama,
| Go get a job,
| I'm not ya suga mama,
| Go get a job,
| I'm not ya suga mama,
| Go get a job,
| Trick!
| Betta get up off my shit
|
| First you were cool,
| Fine like a motha fucka,
| Now you a scrub,
| Nuttin but a blood sucka,
| Thought you was a dime,
| You a waste of time,
| All you wanna do is eat, fuck and recline,
|
| Ya need to call ya boys,
| Get ya from my spot,
| All I can get through ya is a cock block,
| So please don't cry,
| Baby dry your eyes,
| Mamas gonna throw you out no surprise
|
| [Chorus: x2]
| I'm not ya suga mama,
| Go get a job,
| I'm not ya suga mama,
| Go get a job,
| I'm not ya suga mama,
| Go get a job,
| Trick!
| Betta get up off my shit.
|
| Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
| Oh my bad,
| Was you talkin to me?
| Money money money,
| I need some mo money,
| Ugh,
| Yeah,
| Whateva
|
| [Chorus: x4]
| I'm not ya suga mama,
| Go get a job,
| I'm not ya suga mama,
| Go get a job,
| I'm not ya suga mama,
| Go get a job,
| Trick!
| Betta get up off my shit.
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| Suga Mama
| Tila Tequila |
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