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

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…
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

old p*ssy ass motherf*cker, yeah, yeah, haha
let me tell you little story i knew
about this b*tch*ass 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’ ass ain’t sayin’ sh*t, ass, 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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