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