Bullet

Who the fuck you calling? I'm that girl you couldn't get and now you hate me for it I'm not asking for it Don't you ever touch my hair unless you're paid to cut it Excuse me where you going I don't want to get to know you I don't want to give my number I can feel your gearbox slowing Conversation isn't flowing I can feel your red cheeks glowing Is it too much for your ego When I say see ya amigo I'm not asking for it I know what you want I know what you want I don't owe you one I'm a rocket, I hit Like a bullet son Like a bullet son You ain't getting none I'm not asking for it I know what you want I know what you want I don't owe you one I'm a rocket, I hit Like a bullet son Like a bullet son You ain't getting none It's my prerogative I don't dress up to impress you're such a narcissist I'm not ashamed of it It's my body, it's my mind, do what I want with it Cat caller on the streets Why do you always bother me? On your rooftop in the heat I hope you fall from 40 feet Pulling up in shiny cars Won't hide your dull demeanour If I kiss you in a bar It doesn't mean you'll get that far I'm not asking for it I know what you want I know what you want I don't owe you one I'm a rocket, I hit Like a bullet son Like a bullet son You ain't getting none I'm not asking for it I know what you want I know what you want I don't owe you one I'm a rocket, I hit Like a bullet son Like a bullet son You ain't getting none Bitches and hoes Diamonds and gold Ice around my neck So that everybody knows Bitches and hoes Bend over to your toes I talk about my dick Coz my brain is fucking slow Bitches and hoes Diamonds and gold Ice around my neck So that everybody knows Bitches and hoes Bend over to your toes I talk about my dick Coz my brain is fucking slow I'm not asking for it I know what you want I know what you want I don't owe you one I'm not asking for it I know what you want I know what you want You ain't getting none I'm not asking for it I know what you want I know what you want I don't owe you one I'm a rocket, I hit Like a bullet son Like a bullet son You ain't getting none (I'm not asking for it)