[Verse 1]
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She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set
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Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
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Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets,
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This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
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Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool
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Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
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Misreading signals, attachment issues,
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Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
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Got homies searching for relationships,
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She not tryna hear my type of bitch
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She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips
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Married to a doctor, cuddle master
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Don?? fuck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
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On the low, she fucking his partners, feel her boys inside her
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Cause she weren?? fucking with a rider
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[Chorus]
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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[Verse 2]
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From talking it out to the parking lot
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From the parking lot to my safe house
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Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
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Most bitches ain't ready
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But Shawty ain't tripping, she was living already
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My f-ck game impressive so she come back steady.
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The shit, while heavy I can carry it
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Cant get too far I mean this isn't marriage bitch
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She roll doobies as I paddle shift
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We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
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And then we smash again, she talking about him
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How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass
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Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest
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But she don?? want see him, man,
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Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad
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She got dressed and left in a flash
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But she saying she be back!
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[Chorus]
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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[Verse 3]
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Couple days roll by, Shawty callin?askin?if I have time
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To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah
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We could fly ? there's plenty over here
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She fell through like always
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We broke it down in the hallway
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She bossed her way back she don't crawl her way
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Her body designed Frank Cartier
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Say something talking heavy on her heart today
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Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
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Cause her feelings was coming into play
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Affecting her home life in all kinda ways
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Her man askin her whats wrong she don?? know what to say,
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But she do got a union to save
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But she in love with the lust that we??e made
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She had far too much she could say
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That fucking me was a perfect mistake
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[Chorus]
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
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She don?? want a man, she just wanna fuck
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She Don't Want A Man
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| Curren$y |
