Devon Hendryx "The Rockwood Escape Plan" - I ♥ You Hip Hop But I Can't Be Your Girlfriend Because That's Gay lyrics

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Devon Hendryx "The Rockwood Escape Plan" - I ♥ You Hip Hop But I Can't Be Your Girlfriend Because That's Gay lyrics

[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