She Don’t Want a Man Songtext
von Curren$y

She was a little red Corvette, fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets

This particular evening she wanted to ride jets
Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool
Vowing to never turn sucker like them other dudes
Misreading signals, attachment issues
Getting way too into the grip of the vagina lips
Got homies searching for relationships
She not tryna hear my type of bitch
She ran a story to me over grape juice and ciroc sips

Married to a doctor, cuddle master
Don′t fuck her just buy her her anything tryna satisfy her
On the low, she fucking his partners, feel her boys inside her
Cause she weren't fucking with a rider


She don′t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don′t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don′t want a man, she just wanna fuck

From talking it out to the parking lot
From the parking lot to my safe house
Tommy Vercetti, Spitta Andretti, this is New Jack City
Most bitches aint ready

But Shawty aint tripping, she was living already
My fuck game impressive so she come back steady
The shit, while heavy I can carry it
Cant get too far I mean this isn't marriage bitch

She roll doobies as I paddle shift
We fuck, watch movies, end up getting too groovy
And then we smash again, she talking about him
How she feel bad about feeling so good, by giving me the ass

Bout how if she could, she a tell a nigga everything to get it off her chest
But she don′t want see him, man,
Collecting her underwear from the rooms of my pad

She got dressed and left in a flash
But she saying she be back!


She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don′t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don′t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck

Couple days roll by, Shawty callin' askin′ if I have time
To put a couple in the air I was like, yeah
We could fly more than a pair
There′s plenty over here

She fell through like always
We broke it down in the hallway
She bossed her way back she dont crawl her way
Her body designed Frank Cartier

Say something talking heavy on her heart today
Telling her the situation is wrong and she should walk away
Cause her feelings was coming into play
Affecting her home life in all kinda ways

Her man askin her whats wrong she don't know what to say
But she do got a union to save
But she in love with the lust that we′ve made
She had far too much she could say
That fucking me was a perfect mistake

She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don′t want a man, she just wanna fuck
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell balance the check book, I tell her roll the weed up
She don′t want a man, she just wanna fuck
He tell her to drop his kids over, I tell her pick my homies up
She don't want a man, she just wanna fuck