She Don't Want A Man Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 f-ck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
On the low, she f-cking his partners, feel her boys inside her
Cause she weren’t f-cking with a rider

[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck

[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 Jack City
Most bitches aint ready
But Shawty aint 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 isnt marriage bitch
She roll doobies as I paddle shift
We f-ck, 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!

[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck

[Verse 3]
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 ? theres plenty over here
She fell through like always
We broke it down in the hallway
She bossed her way back she dont 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 f-cking me was a perfect mistake

[Chorus]
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don’t want a man, she just wanna f-ck

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