Booty

Your booty might be bigger, but I still can pull your nigga But I don't want him You got sugar on your pita, but your nigga thinks I'm sweeter But I don't want him You know the whole encyclopedia, but your nigga thinks I'm deeper But I don't want him Got a whole lot a junk off in your trunk But your nigga think I'm live and I keep him crunk I don't want him Hey, hey, hey I don't want him, 'cause of what he's doing to you And you don't need him, 'cause he ain't ready See I don't want him If he ain't made no arrangement with you I hope you would've done the same thing for me too Your kisses might be wetter, but your nigga likes mine better But I don't want him You got the beans and rice and the hot ho-cakes But your nigga still over here in my plate I don't want him You got a PhD, Magna Cum Laude But your nigga love me with a GED I don't want him You the one with all the money And he knows my money's funny But I don't want him Hey, hey, hey I don't want him, 'cause of what he's done to you And you don't need him, 'cause he ain't ready See I don't want him If he ain't made no arrangement with you And you don't need him, 'cause the boy ain't ready Got your pad all decked out fo' sho' But your nigga's at my door, though But I don't want him Well, you can do the butterfly and the tootsie roll But your nigga straight sprung off the way I stroll I don't want him You know the whole 120 and a plus degree But you can't keep your God up off his knees I don't want him You got a nine-to-five and a six-to-ten But your nigga told me not to work again I don't want him Hey, hey, hey See, I don't want him, 'cause of what he's doing to you And you don't need him, 'cause he ain't ready See I don't want him If he ain't made no arrangement with you I hope you would've done the same thing for me too