Chip - Man's Not Hot (MC Mix) lyrics

[Intro: Big Shaq] Yo Big Shaq (the one and only) I told them check the statistacs Man's not hot Skrrat, skidi-kat-kat Boom [Verse 1: Big Shaq] Two plus two is four Minus one that's three, quick maths Everyday man's on the block Smoke trees See your girl in the park That girl is a uckers When the ting went quack-quack-quack You man were ducking (remix) [Verse 2: Lethal Bizzle] Five plus five is ten, add a quick “M” that's my net worth Every day I drink Ciroc, get burst See your girl in my Rolls, Snapchat, doing thot pose 2-2s now she in the frat, no clothes Hold tight Mutley (my brudda), he's got the flavors Hold tight Damon (my g), he's got the shavers You might see me creep through the ends, no Benz (nah) Hit WSTRN, fried quick, go check couple friends My team goes kapow, pow-pow-pow-pow-pow Chk-a-chk, kapow, pow-pow-pow Chk-a-chk, quasiah, pow-pow-pow-pow-pow Pow-pow Leave it [Chorus: Big Shaq] I tell her man's not hot (never hot) I tell her man's not hot (never hot) The girl told me, “Take off your jacket” I said, “Babes, man's not hot” (never hot) [Verse 3: Chip] Chippy, ayy Hopped out the four door with the .44 Stop lying, you ain't got no mash (h'mm) Better fix them fiction raps Man told lies, facts (trust me) Man get silly on mics (wah'gwan) Man get drilly on guys (brrrt) I don't care about a million views You'll get blasted a million times (boom) Man buss mic and break rules (rules) I got wordplay gems and j**els (j**els) In the club in my jacket and all this ice Like man's not hot, man's cool (flex) League of my own, don't care about titles, don't mind rivals, I (bow) Bring a storm like Michael, bad like Michael, dapper like Michael In Hollywood doing ten toes (out ‘ere) Dressed like a London bloke (sauce) Out here you can't find no wife (nah) Its just thots and skets and hoes (mad ting) And the Cali's just hitting my dome (dome) I'm too high man, I gotta go home (go yard) Gang book flights and go (n'eew) Man already know how this ting goes (yeah) [Refrain: Big Shaq] The ting goes skrrrahh (ah) Pap, pap, ka-ka-ka (ka) Skidiki-pap-pap (pap) And a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom (boom) [Verse 3: Krept] Me plus your girl in a bed equals s**m in her egg, quick science She swallowed that too, quick diets (too, too, mad ting) You ain't fully on arms, you ain't fully on wars (arms, wars) Oi Shaq, heard your ting went quack My ting went woof-woof-woof and hit one of your dogs (asnee) Less jokes, more bars in Dem man ain't on warrin' Man jumped out no warnin' Mana start mmmin' and arghin' Kojo Funds, dun talkin' Skidiki pop-pop mans sparing They went Dagenham, only time mans been on barking Krept's so wrong, if I was on love island, woulda try beat Jess, no dom I don't wanna dead no beef, I don't want to sort it out (hold tight Dave) The ting goes skrrrahh, mind how you talking south (brilliant) Hold tight Femz, he was on mayhem (free up) Like 15, on a 410 bus with a skeng doe, tryna do AMs (mad, mad, mad) [Verse 4: Konan] Your girl don't wanna let me go, must be the Versace Now she getting D in a car, listening to Cardi My young boy got it in a party, 3-6-5 no days off If I aim it that way, I bet your boys all take off (that way) All I see is clowns and neeks, leave a boy counting sheep (neeks, sheep) Mum told me count to 10, before I put a boy down in street (10) I hear them talkin' bout war, make sure you're sure I call my young boy Jay-Z, what you think he got the .44 for? Girls say, “look at his watch”, girls say, “look at his watch” (look at it) All this ice on my top, man could never be hot (never) I told him gimme all 3, like I air all 3 (gimme that) My weed man from Ghana, all he do is talk tree (chale) [Chorus: Big Shaq] I tell her man's not hot (never hot) I tell her man's not hot (never hot) The girl told me, “Take off your jacket” I said, “Babes, man's not hot” (never hot) [Verse 5: JME] Serious Yeah, you know the line Man thought I could only flow to grime Speed equals distance over time When mans said “quick maths” that came to mind Man like me, get flashed and pay the fine Pay that card or cash, it ain't decline If they told you that I weren't hot, trust me fam that's a lie, f** that Man's hot 0-60 in the whip mans got Burnin' rubber like mum's dutch pot Smells like Michelin or Dunlop Dem man are listening, but I'm not Don't want to hear about no cunch spot with Skutnu or Oosna, man run shop Used to roll with man with a one pop Now I spit bars, they sound like gunshots I tell a man “get back”, or I'll slap that Black Flat Cap Don't gimme back chat Slap, left hook, you're shook, now boom, poom-poom You don' know [Chorus: Big Shaq] I tell her man's not hot, I tell her man's not hot The girl told me, “Take off your jacket” I said, “Babes, man's not hot” (never hot) I tell her man's not hot (never hot) I tell her man's not hot (never hot) The girl told me, “Take off your jacket” I said, “Babes, man's not hot” (never hot) [Refrain: Big Shaq] The ting goes skrrrahh (ah) Pap, pap, ka-ka-ka (ka) Skidiki-pap-pap (pap) And a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom (boom) Skya (ah), du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun (dun) Poom, poom, you don' know [Outro: Big Shaq] Big Shaq Man's not hot I tell her man's not hot (never hot) 40 degrees and man's not hot (come on) Yo, in the sauna Man's not hot (never hot) Yeah, skidika-pap-pap