She Don't Want a Man - Curren$y

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