"I ♥ You Hip Hop But I Can't Be Your Girlfriend" lyrics
Devon Hendryx Lyrics
I don't wanna suck it, it's too big
(Then why the fuck yo ass down here then?)
I mean...
I don't know, oh
I don't really want to
I don't want to, it's so big, though
(Motherfucker, open your motherfuckin' mouth right now)
(And put my dick in there, right now)
(Let me help you out, help you out)
Can you help me?
(Open your mouth)
Wow! I don't...
It's, I don't know, it's really big
I don't know if that'll fit in my mouth
(Look, bitch you already...)
Uh, I don't know if it'll fit in my mouth, though, it's really big
So big, though, oh
Generation Y, 1989
Generation Y, 1989
90s babies
The Rockwood Escape Plan, there's no fuckin' escape, man
Yeah, yeah, uh
Seventy-seven bitches in a circle
Looking for love and their Stefan, I am that other Urkel
Uh, now who's that nigga in the car seat
Backpack full of loot, and you feel my heartbeat, bitch
My cars is pricy, my hoes be Skypin'
I'm the iciest nigga you ever seen
I'm going for that gold, better yet, that ghetty green
I'm a Lion King, Unabomb killer
Guaranteed winner, grown man sinner
Somebody said Simba, tell 'em I run the jungle like Mufasa
And I'm playing on these foxes like retards
Bitch nigga, I used to check hyena's for their meal cards
Ain't shit funny, my fuckin' flow cunnin'
I met hip-hop, that bitch was so slutty
I dissed her for a minute, but I know I'm missing something
So I went up in the trees for my honey, spot her
Red-dot her, almost got her
Took another aim, said "Fuck it, why bother?"
I ran up in her face, said "Who yo daddy is?"
She said "Father-father-father," and I shot her in the ribs
I didn't kill her though, couldn't do that to my kid
It's ironic, I hit her where she used to live, ha
Now that's a Bible reference for ya, huh
Some religion and a message for ya, yeah
Now tell me who's the man with the plan?
Or you, is looking for someone to hold your hand but uh...
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
So, don't be all up in my business, nigga
Trying to stick to me like these bitches, nigga, uh
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
Because that's gay...
(The cave seems to be structured like a maze)
(There's an exit somewhere)
(Find a way out of the cave and head for the aqueduct)
(I see you've caught yourself a Kenyan Mangrove crab...)
(It's not poisonous but it might hurt a little if it...)
Yeah, yeah, haha
Let me tell you a little story I knew
'Bout this bitch ass rapper coming off kinda rude
He had a verbal typo, wanted to play it cool
He tried to say "Hey!"
But I kept screaming "Fuck you!"
I looked him dead up in his eye, screamed out "Generation Y!"
He said, "Fuck that new-school, I want that old shit"
"Well, close your fucking ears trying to cast this dopeness"
"It ain't made for you"
'Cause I am not another rapper who sings
Spittin' fast as fuck, not saying a damn thing
Pussy motherfucker, sucker motherfucker
Can't kick a rhyme, but you're signed, motherfucker
Trying to make old-seem-new motherfucker
Rippity-rappin'-ass-ain't-saying-shit-ass motherfucker
I need a slow motion video
And some video hoes for me to ask Diddy for
I want money, more cash and gold
I'ma stack that shit up, and fall back like dominoes
I made the beat, and I mastered that hoe
So I ain't gotta say a word, I just use that fucking Diddy flow
Take that, take that, yeah
(Major, why do they keep exploding?)
(It's part of their legend)
(Legend?)
(The legend of the Cobra Unit)
(But why would they be carrying bombs this time around?)
(It's not like they're in hostile territory)
(Maybe they're ready to die)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die?)
(Then why the fuck yo ass down here then?)
I mean...
I don't know, oh
I don't really want to
I don't want to, it's so big, though
(Motherfucker, open your motherfuckin' mouth right now)
(And put my dick in there, right now)
(Let me help you out, help you out)
Can you help me?
(Open your mouth)
Wow! I don't...
It's, I don't know, it's really big
I don't know if that'll fit in my mouth
(Look, bitch you already...)
Uh, I don't know if it'll fit in my mouth, though, it's really big
So big, though, oh
Generation Y, 1989
Generation Y, 1989
90s babies
The Rockwood Escape Plan, there's no fuckin' escape, man
Yeah, yeah, uh
Seventy-seven bitches in a circle
Looking for love and their Stefan, I am that other Urkel
Uh, now who's that nigga in the car seat
Backpack full of loot, and you feel my heartbeat, bitch
My cars is pricy, my hoes be Skypin'
I'm the iciest nigga you ever seen
I'm going for that gold, better yet, that ghetty green
I'm a Lion King, Unabomb killer
Guaranteed winner, grown man sinner
Somebody said Simba, tell 'em I run the jungle like Mufasa
And I'm playing on these foxes like retards
Bitch nigga, I used to check hyena's for their meal cards
Ain't shit funny, my fuckin' flow cunnin'
I met hip-hop, that bitch was so slutty
I dissed her for a minute, but I know I'm missing something
So I went up in the trees for my honey, spot her
Red-dot her, almost got her
Took another aim, said "Fuck it, why bother?"
I ran up in her face, said "Who yo daddy is?"
She said "Father-father-father," and I shot her in the ribs
I didn't kill her though, couldn't do that to my kid
It's ironic, I hit her where she used to live, ha
Now that's a Bible reference for ya, huh
Some religion and a message for ya, yeah
Now tell me who's the man with the plan?
Or you, is looking for someone to hold your hand but uh...
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
So, don't be all up in my business, nigga
Trying to stick to me like these bitches, nigga, uh
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
I don't wanna be your girlfriend, man
Because that's gay...
(The cave seems to be structured like a maze)
(There's an exit somewhere)
(Find a way out of the cave and head for the aqueduct)
(I see you've caught yourself a Kenyan Mangrove crab...)
(It's not poisonous but it might hurt a little if it...)
Yeah, yeah, haha
Let me tell you a little story I knew
'Bout this bitch ass rapper coming off kinda rude
He had a verbal typo, wanted to play it cool
He tried to say "Hey!"
But I kept screaming "Fuck you!"
I looked him dead up in his eye, screamed out "Generation Y!"
He said, "Fuck that new-school, I want that old shit"
"Well, close your fucking ears trying to cast this dopeness"
"It ain't made for you"
'Cause I am not another rapper who sings
Spittin' fast as fuck, not saying a damn thing
Pussy motherfucker, sucker motherfucker
Can't kick a rhyme, but you're signed, motherfucker
Trying to make old-seem-new motherfucker
Rippity-rappin'-ass-ain't-saying-shit-ass motherfucker
I need a slow motion video
And some video hoes for me to ask Diddy for
I want money, more cash and gold
I'ma stack that shit up, and fall back like dominoes
I made the beat, and I mastered that hoe
So I ain't gotta say a word, I just use that fucking Diddy flow
Take that, take that, yeah
(Major, why do they keep exploding?)
(It's part of their legend)
(Legend?)
(The legend of the Cobra Unit)
(But why would they be carrying bombs this time around?)
(It's not like they're in hostile territory)
(Maybe they're ready to die)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die, ready to die, ready to die?)
(Ready to die?)
