I ♥ You Hip Hop But I Can't Be Your Girlfriend Because That's Gay

[Intro] [Verse 1] Seventy-seven bitches in a circle Looking for love and their Stephan, I am their other Urkel Now who's that nigga in the car seat Backpack full of loot, and you feel my heartbeat, bitch My cars is pricey, my hoes be Skypin' I'm the iciest nigga you ever seen I'm goin' for that gold, better yet that red and green I'm a Lion King, Unibomb killer Guaranteed winner, grown man sinner Somebody said Simba, tell 'em I run the jungle like Mufasa And i'm playing on these foxes like retards Bitch nigga, I used to check hyena's for their meal cards Ain't shit funny, my fuckin' flow cunnin' I met hip hop, that bitch was so slutty I dissed her for a minute, but I know I'm missin' something So I went up in the trees for my honey Spot her, red-dot her - bow! - almost got her Took another aim, said "Fuck it, why bother?" I ran up in her face, said "Who yo' daddy is?" She said "father, father, father" and I shot her in her ribs I didn't kill her though, couldn't do that to my kid That's ironic; I hit her where she used to live Now that's a Bible reference for you Some religion and a message for you Now tell me, who's a man with the plan? You is looking for someone to hold your hand But uhhh... [Hook] I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man So, don't be all up in my business, nigga Trying to stick to me like these bitches, nigga I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man I don't want to be your girlfriend, man Because that's gay [Verse 2] Old pussy ass motherfucker, yeah, yeah, haha Let me tell you little story i knew About this bitch-ass rapper comin' off kind of rude He had a verbal typo, wanted to play it cool He kept tried to say "Hey," but I kept screaming "Fuck You" I looked him dead up in his eye, screamed out "Generation Y" He said "Fuck that new-school, I want that old shit" "Well close your fucking ears, trying to cast this dopeness, it ain't made for you" Cause I am not another rapper who sings Spittin' fast as fuck, not saying a damn thing Pussy motherfucker, sucker motherfucker Can't kick a rhyme but you're signed, motherfucker Trying to make old seem new, motherfucker Rippity-rappin' ass ain't sayin' shit, ass, motherfucker I need a slow-motion video And some video hoes for me to accidentally phone I want money, more cash, and gold I'mma stack that shit up and fall back like dominoes I made the beat and I mastered that hoe So I ain't got to say a word I just used that fucking Diddy flow Take that, take that, yeah