She Don't Want A Man

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 now shawty 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 the vagina lips

Got homies searching for relationships,

She not tryna hear 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 her anything tryna satisfy her

On the low, she fucking his partners, feel her boys inside her

Cause she weren’t fucking with a rider

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 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 over, I tell her pick my homies up

She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck

From talking it out to the parking lot

From the parking lot to my safe house

Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City

Most bitches ain't ready

But Shawty ain't tripping, she was living already

My f-ck game impressive so she come back steady.

The shit, while heavy I can carry it

Cant get too far I mean this isn't marriage 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 about feeling so good, by giving me the ass

Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest

But she don’t want see him, man,

Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad

She got dressed and left in a flash

But she saying she be back!

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 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 over, I tell her pick my homies up

She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck

Couple days roll by, Shawty callin’ askin’ if I have time

To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah

We could fly ? there's plenty over here

She fell through like always

We broke it down in the hallway

She bossed her way back she don't crawl her way

Her body designed Frank 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 askin her whats 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

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 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 over, I tell her pick my homies up

She don’t want a man, she just wanna fuck