Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Akeem Ali
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeem Ali
Songwriter
Darwin Quinn
Songwriter
John Tyler Cates
Songwriter
Luke Sampson Crowder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C Gutta Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
Have you ever seen a mack in the flesh?
My hand is broken and fractured from all the **** I been smackin' to death
If it ain't moving, I can show make it budge
And the only time I let a bitch get under my skin is if I'm donating blood
I give sugar to the bitches that I subdue
If **** is tripping, this razor blade will cut em every way but loose
I'm groovin' with my hand up ya wife
And if you mad, that's between you and ya ho 'cause I'm to handsome to fight
Now at the crack of dawn, I'm in my Cadillac, on a mackathon
Tryna get more bread than a pack of buns
My bitches is chewing my crotch like a pack of gum
While I'm stacking up crumbs up from David Abernathy to Babylon
I figured if you train a ho up to do right, then she'll do right
When I'm impressed, I throw some bread at her, let's have a food fight
I can't give a break to a hooker, after I book her like a library
I give her a taste of my macking and it's like
Sugar (Sugar, baby)
Sugar
It's like sugar (Don't you wanna taste the sugar, baby?)
It's like sugar
It's like sugar, don't you wanna taste this mackin'?
It's like sugar, I can't do no slackin'
It's like sugar, wanna taste this mackin'?
It's like sugar, baby
I'm smooth as suede shoes when I glide in
Vaseline on my gators, when I'm kicking yo ass, my foot will slide in
Respect the pimping, I pay the best attention to naked women
Who can turn heads like an exorcism
My best decision was macking break a bitch with precision and tactics
I tell a ho to map it out and never give her an atlas
Player to player, don't you jive me
And I'm surprised that yo bitches ain't that surprising, but it don't surprise me
Your hoes be outta line and that's even sadder
I smack a bitch and if I hurt my hand, then I'm bound to get even madder
I'm pissed at everything, I'm a weakened bladder
My issue is I need some tissue 'cause I walk around like I'm fecal matter
Hoes feel on me like they reading braille (Oh daddy, I love you)
Bitch, don't you see me cleaning my fingernails?
The promise land is where I took her, the onlookers
And even a seizure can see the way I shook her because
It's like sugar, baby
It's like sugar, baby
It's like sugar, baby
(Sugar) It's like sugar
It's like sugar, don't you wanna taste this mackin'?
(Sugar) Oh, I can't do no slackin', it's like
(Sugar) Don't you wanna taste this mackin', baby?
And I can't no slackin' look
Ain't no slackin' on the mackin', ain't no slackin'
Ain't no slackin' on the (Baby)
Ain't no slackin' on the mackin', ain't no slackin'
Ain't no slackin' because it's like
Ain't no slackin' on the mackin', ain't no slackin'
Ain't no slackin' on the (Baby)
Ain't no slackin' on the mackin', ain't no slackin'
Ain't no slackin' because it's like
Ain't no slackin' on the mackin', oh
Ain't no slackin' on the mackin', oh
Ain't no slackin' on the mackin', oh
Ain't no slackin' on the mackin', oh
Written by: Akeem Ali, C Gutta Beatz