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devon hendryx - i ♥ you hip hop but i can't be your girlfriend lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1]
seventy-seven b-tches in a circle
looking for love and their stephan, i am their other urkel
now who’s that n-gga in the car seat
backpack full of loot, and you feel my heartbeat, b-tch
my cars is pricey, my hoes be skypin’
i’m the iciest n-gga you ever seen
i’m goin’ for that gold, better yet that red and green
i’m a lion king, unibomb k!ller
guaranteed winner, grown man sinner
somebody said simba, tell ’em i run the jungle like mufasa
and i’m playing on these foxes like r-t-rds
b-tch n-gga, i used to check hyena’s for their meal cards
ain’t sh-t funny, my f-ckin’ flow cunnin’
i met hip hop, that b-tch was so sl-tty
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 “f-ck 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 k!ll 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, n-gga
trying to stick to me like these b-tches, n-gga
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 g-y

[verse 2]
old p-ssy -ss motherf-cker, yeah, yeah, haha
let me tell you little story i knew
about this b-tch–ss rapper comin’ off kind of rude
he had a verbal typo, wanted to play it cool
he tried to say “hey,” but i kept screaming “f-ck you”
i looked him dead up in his eye, screamed out “generation y”
he said “f-ck that new-school, i want that old sh-t”
“well close your f-cking ears, trying to cast this dopeness, it ain’t made for you”
’cause i am not another rapper who sings
spittin’ fast as f-ck, not saying a d-mn thing
p-ssy motherf-cker, sucker motherf-cker
can’t kick a rhyme but you’re signed, motherf-cker
trying to make old seem new, motherf-cker
rippity-rappin’ -ss ain’t sayin’ sh-t, -ss, motherf-cker
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 sh-t 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 f-cking diddy flow
take that, take that, yeah

- devon hendryx lyrics

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