Lyrics I Don't Know Why - Blacc Zacc

I Don't Know Why

Yeah
Yeah
She a real bitch, I can see it in her eye
IMixNation for real
Yeah
She a real bitch‚ I can see it in her eye
Lie to her all the time‚ I don’t know why
It be so much that she don’t even cry
She kill the scene and she don’t even try
Fuck it‚ let’s take a trip to Dubai
Yeah, you so fly and we stay in the sky
I’m in first class and she right by my side
She grabbin' my dick and I’m rubbin' her thigh
I spend a check in Japan when we land
I keep her right and I keep her with bands
She independent, she do what she can
But she make it known that she don’t need no man
We get so drunk‚ have a hangover
She eat that dick for a Range Rover
I beat it up, then it’s game over
Yeah, I beat it up‚ then it’s game over
She get so wet, umbrella
She wanna fuck then cuddle
She been right there from the gutter
So I don’t give no fucks, I love her
She ride that dick like a shuttle
I turned her wrist to a puddle
I front them P’s to her brother
But nigga, this business, so come with my cheddar
Yeah, I get the pack then ship it
So anything you want, go get it
I’ma turn you up, make 'em feel you
She done fell in love with the dealer
Treat her like an orange, how I peel her
Yeah, damn that pussy taste like vanilla, yeah
Get an A plus, she got good head
And she a real bitch, she a thoroughbred, yeah
Yeah, I fuck with this
Hold up
Yeah
Yeah
We be low-key when we out in the streets
Niggas too nosey, so we be discrete
Don’t inbox my bitch, you might get you ass beat
The last nigga tried me, I put him to sleep, yeah
Hit like Muhammad Ali, yeah
Knock your lil' ass off your feet, yeah
Try it, and nigga, you’ll see, yeah
Shit can get sour from thinking it’s sweet
Shit can get sour from thinking it’s sweet
Buy you some Gucci, ain’t boycotting me
Double G shoe, put some stars on your feet
We got this drip out of Paris and Greece
Trip out the country, ten thousand a seat
Meal on the jet, that’s a bon appétit
Fuck up a bag every time that we eat
Fuck from the back, I got nut on my tee
Fuck from the back, I got nut on my shirt
Know that I’m rich but she still go to work
Ain’t asking for shit, she gon' get her bag first
My bitch want a house, she not impressed by no purse
She tell me chill out when I be on the syrup
In love with codeine, shit I think that I’m cursed
Fuck her to sleep, now she acting berserk
If I fuck a new bitch, man, you’ll always be first
Buy a watch for you, won’t hurt no more
But I can’t lie, I don’t work no more
Swear it’s so hard to let the feelings go
You can’t let it go, you can take some more
She like it slow when I hit from the back
Jump in that pussy and then I attack
She call me daddy, she don’t call me Zacc
She call me daddy, she don’t call me Zacc
I mean, I ain’t perfect, but shit
What, you gon' go fuck with a lame?
Haha
You’re too bossed up for that
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
She a real bitch, I can see it in her eye
She kill the scene and she don’t even try
I don’t know why
She don’t even try
Fuck it, let’s take a trip to Dubai
We be so fly, always stay in the sky
I’m in first class and she right by my side
She grabbing my dick and I’m rubbing her thigh, ooh