Bullet - Nova Twins

Who the fuck you calling?

I’m that girl you couldn’t get and now you hate me for it

I’m not asking for it

Don’t you ever touch my hair unless you’re paid to cut it

Excuse me, where you going?

I don’t want to get to know you

I don’t want to give my number

I can feel your gearbox slowing

Conversation isn’t flowing

I can feel your red cheeks glowing

Is it too much for your ego

When I say, «See ya, amigo»?

I’m not asking for it

I know what you want

I know what you want

I don’t owe you one

I’m a rocket, I hit

Like a bullet, son

Like a bullet, son

You ain’t getting none

I’m not asking for it

I know what you want

I know what you want

I don’t owe you one

I’m a rocket, I hit

Like a bullet, son

Like a bullet, son

You ain’t getting none

It’s my prerogative

I don’t dress up to impress, you’re such a narcissist

I’m not ashamed of it

It’s my body, it’s my mind, do what I want with it

Cat caller on the street

Why do you always bother me?

On your rooftop in the heat

I hope you fall from 40 feet

Pulling up in shiny cars

Won’t hide your dull demeanour

If I kiss you in a bar

It doesn’t mean you’ll get that far

I’m not asking for it

I know what you want

I know what you want

I don’t owe you one

I’m a rocket, I hit

Like a bullet, son

Like a bullet, son

You ain’t getting none

I’m not asking for it

I know what you want

I know what you want

I don’t owe you one

I’m a rocket, I hit

Like a bullet, son

Like a bullet, son

You ain’t getting none

Bitches and hoes

Diamonds and gold

Ice and around my neck

So that everybody knows

Bitches and hoes

Bend over to your toes

I talk about my dick

'Cause my brain is fucking slow

Bitches and hoes

Diamonds and gold

Ice and around my neck

So that everybody knows

Bitches and hoes

Bend over to your toes

I talk about my dick

'Cause my brain is fucking slow

I’m not asking for it

I know what you want

I know what you want

I don’t owe you one

I’m not asking for it

I know what you want

I know what you want

You ain’t getting none

I’m not asking for it

I know what you want

I know what you want

I don’t owe you one

I’m a rocket, I hit

Like a bullet, son

Like a bullet, son

You ain’t getting none

(I'm not asking for it)