She Don’t Want a Man

Lyrics

[Intro] ('Cause she wasn't fuckin' with a rider) (Fall through, like always) (Broke it down in the hallway) [Verse 1] Yeah, she was a little red Corvette Fast as hell, turned heads on the set Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets This particular evening she wanted to ride Jets Even though I know shorty was bad news, I played it cool Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes Misreading signals, attachment issues Getting way too into the grip of them vagina lips Got homie searching for relationships She not tryna hear it, my type of bitch She ran a story to me over grape juice and Ciroc sips Married to a doctor, cuddle master Don't fuck her, just buy her everything, tryna satisfy her On the low, she fucking his partners Feel a void inside her, 'cause she weren't fucking with a rider [Chorus] She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell her to drop his kids off, I tell her pick my homies up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck [Verse 2] From talking it out, to the parking lot From the parking lot to my safe house Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti This is New Jet City, most bitches ain't ready But shorty ain't tripping, she was living already My fuck game impressive, so she come back steady The shit, while heavy, I can carry it Can't get too far, I mean, this is a married bitch She roll doobies as I paddle shift We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy And then we smash again She talking about him, how she feel bad 'Bout feeling so good, by giving me the ass 'Bout how, if she could, she'll a tell a nigga everything To get it off her chest, but she don't want see him mad Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad She got dressed, and left in a flash But she said she'd be back [Chorus] She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell her to drop his kids off, I tell her pick my homies up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck, yeah [Verse 3] Couple days roll by Shorty called, and asked if I had time To put a couple in the air, I was like, yeah We could fly more then a pair, it's plenty over here She fell through, like always, we broke it down in the hallway She boss, throw it back, she don't crawl away Her body designer, frame Cartier Say something talking heavy on her heart today Telling her the situation is wrong, and she should walk away Cause her feelings was coming into play Affecting her home life, in all kinda ways Her man asking her what's wrong, she don't know what to say But she do got a union to save But she in love with the lust that we've made She had far too much, she could say That fucking me was a perfect mistake [Chorus] She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell her balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck He tell her to drop his kids off, I tell her pick my homies up She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck, yeah [Outro] (She just wanna fuck) (She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck) (She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck) (She don't want a man) (She don't want a man, she don't want a man) (She don't want a man, she don't want a man) (She don't want a man, she don't want a man) (She don't want a man, she don't want) (She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck) (She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck)