"You Don't Luv Me" lyrics
My daddy was a dealer, my mama was a junkie
You can say nigga if I can say honkey
Got wings like flying monkeys, fly but I'm no flunky
My pockets stay lumpy, MTV can't punk me
Reel Life, my destiny for me is just to ball out
So when I turned thirty, that's when my hair start to fall out
Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, still a G
Still Dr. Dre and Jay-Z way older than me
But Soulja Boy a grown man, how is he rapping to kids?
Detroit so scandalous, Super Man and get clapped in his lid
Don't be fuckin' with my money, Fred Sanford, big dummy
Straight off of 7 M-I-L-E, don't nobody love me
You don't love me, this I know now (This I know now)
You don't love me, I'm for sure now (I'm for sure now)
You, you don't love me
I love me a sunny day, another getting money day
Even though Detroit fucked up, I'll never run away
Sit back and watch it fade away like Billups on the fadeaway
But since the city hate me so much, I'll take the train today
Rappers always running up and saying you a living legend
Guess I'm just blessed and cursed, but still they wanna block my blessings
Wicketshit is my obsession, plead the fifth on any question
Worldwide go and flow go astro jet settin'
Niggas want my old shit, buy my old albums
Still a lot of power in powder that's not talcum
I'd rather have some super [?] by putting in some super work
Tight rhymes, no tight jeans for me, that's for super jerks
And no this ain't no kiddy rap, so go and play some pity pat
Knickknack you patty wack, give a dog his bone back
Convertible cruiser, the drug abuser
I dedicate this to all you fuckin' losers
You don't love me, this I know now (This I know now)
You don't love me, I'm for sure now (I'm for sure now)
You, you don't love me
Your love is out to get me
You can say nigga if I can say honkey
Got wings like flying monkeys, fly but I'm no flunky
My pockets stay lumpy, MTV can't punk me
Reel Life, my destiny for me is just to ball out
So when I turned thirty, that's when my hair start to fall out
Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, still a G
Still Dr. Dre and Jay-Z way older than me
But Soulja Boy a grown man, how is he rapping to kids?
Detroit so scandalous, Super Man and get clapped in his lid
Don't be fuckin' with my money, Fred Sanford, big dummy
Straight off of 7 M-I-L-E, don't nobody love me
You don't love me, this I know now (This I know now)
You don't love me, I'm for sure now (I'm for sure now)
You, you don't love me
I love me a sunny day, another getting money day
Even though Detroit fucked up, I'll never run away
Sit back and watch it fade away like Billups on the fadeaway
But since the city hate me so much, I'll take the train today
Rappers always running up and saying you a living legend
Guess I'm just blessed and cursed, but still they wanna block my blessings
Wicketshit is my obsession, plead the fifth on any question
Worldwide go and flow go astro jet settin'
Niggas want my old shit, buy my old albums
Still a lot of power in powder that's not talcum
I'd rather have some super [?] by putting in some super work
Tight rhymes, no tight jeans for me, that's for super jerks
And no this ain't no kiddy rap, so go and play some pity pat
Knickknack you patty wack, give a dog his bone back
Convertible cruiser, the drug abuser
I dedicate this to all you fuckin' losers
You don't love me, this I know now (This I know now)
You don't love me, I'm for sure now (I'm for sure now)
You, you don't love me
Your love is out to get me
