Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Don't Want a Man, artist - Curren$y. Album song Weekend At Burnie's, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
She Don't Want a Man |
Yeah, 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 know shorty was bad news, I played it cool |
Vowing to never turn sucka 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 anything, tryna satisfy her |
On the low, she fucking his partners |
Fill the void 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 Jet City, most bitches ain’t ready |
But shorty ain’t tripping, she was living already |
My fuck game impressive, so she come back steady |
The shit, while heavy I can carry it |
Can’t get too far, I mean this is a married 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 by 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 mad |
Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad |
She got dressed and left in a flash, but she saying she be back |
Couple days roll by |
Shorty calling asking if I have time |
To put a couple in the air, I was like yeah |
We could fly more then a pair, 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 designer, frame 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 asking her what’s 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 |