[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Seventy-seven b**hes in a circle
Looking for love and their Stephan, I am their other Urkel
Now who's that n***a in the car seat
Backpack full of loot, and you feel my heartbeat, b**h
My cars is pricey, my hoes be Skypin'
I'm the iciest n***a you ever seen
I'm goin' for that gold, better yet that red and green
I'm a Lion King, Unibomb k**er
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
b**h n***a, I used to check hyena's for their meal cards
Ain't sh** funny, my f**in' flow cunnin'
I met hip hop, that b**h was so s*utty
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 "f** 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 k** 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, n***a
Trying to stick to me like these b**hes, n***a
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 p**y a** motherf**er, yeah, yeah, haha
Let me tell you little story i knew
About this b**h-a** 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 "f** You"
I looked him dead up in his eye, screamed out "Generation Y"
He said "f** that new-school, I want that old sh**"
"Well close your f**ing ears, trying to cast this dopeness, it ain't made for you"
'Cause I am not another rapper who sings
Spittin' fast as f**, not saying a damn thing
p**y motherf**er, s**er motherf**er
Can't kick a rhyme but you're signed, motherf**er
Trying to make old seem new, motherf**er
Rippity-rappin' a** ain't sayin' sh**, a**, motherf**er
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 sh** 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 f**ing Diddy flow
Take that, take that, yeah