[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Seventy-seven bitches in a circle
Looking for love and their Stephan, I am their other Urkel
Now who's that nigga in the car seat
Backpack full of loot, and you feel my heartbeat, bitch
My cars is pricey, my hoes be Skypin'
I'm the iciest nigga you ever seen
I'm goin' for that gold, better yet that red and green
I'm a Lion King, Unibomb killer
Guaranteed winner, grown man sinner
Somebody said Simba, tell 'em I run the jungle like Mufasa
And i'm playing on these foxes like retards
Bitch nigga, I used to check hyena's for their meal cards
Ain't shit funny, my fuckin' flow cunnin'
I met hip hop, that bitch was so slutty
I dissed her for a minute, but I know I'm missin' something
So I went up in the trees for my honey
Spot her, red-dot her - bow! - almost got her
Took another aim, said "Fuck it, why bother?"
I ran up in her face, said "Who yo' daddy is?"
She said "father, father, father" and I shot her in her ribs
I didn't kill her though, couldn't do that to my kid
That's ironic; I hit her where she used to live
Now that's a Bible reference for you
Some religion and a message for you
Now tell me, who's a man with the plan?
You is looking for someone to hold your hand
But uhhh...
[Hook]
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
So, don't be all up in my business, nigga
Trying to stick to me like these bitches, nigga
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
I don't want to be your girlfriend, man
Because that's gay
[Verse 2]
Old pussy ass motherfucker, yeah, yeah, haha
Let me tell you little story i knew
About this bitch-ass rapper comin' off kind of rude
He had a verbal typo, wanted to play it cool
He kept tried to say "Hey," but I kept screaming "Fuck You"
I looked him dead up in his eye, screamed out "Generation Y"
He said "Fuck that new-school, I want that old shit"
"Well close your fucking ears, trying to cast this dopeness, it ain't made for you"
Cause I am not another rapper who sings
Spittin' fast as fuck, not saying a damn thing
Pussy motherfucker, sucker motherfucker
Can't kick a rhyme but you're signed, motherfucker
Trying to make old seem new, motherfucker
Rippity-rappin' ass ain't sayin' shit, ass, motherfucker
I need a slow-motion video
And some video hoes for me to accidentally phone
I want money, more cash, and gold
I'mma stack that shit up and fall back like dominoes
I made the beat and I mastered that hoe
So I ain't got to say a word
I just used that fucking Diddy flow
Take that, take that, yeah
