Boy Ain’t Mine lyrics

[Intro:]
Run 'em that sh*t back for 'em, yo
Run 'em that sh*t back
Yo, Irate, you buggin'?
Yeah, Keanu goin' stupid

[Verse 1:]
A b*tch can’t make me jealous (Me jealous)
I already f*cked with n*gga
You can f*ck with n*gga if it make you better (b*tch)
I already been went shopping, I been flewed out Jamaica weather (Jamaica weather)
A b*tch can’t make me jealous (No)
pus*y already been in his mouth
You kissin’ that n*gga, he taste it better
Yeah, I been dealing with n*ggas with money
That ain’t nothing to a b*tch like me (Like me)
You ain’t f*ckin with a b*tch like me
Don’t be coming as a woman to a b*tch like me, yeah (Like me)
Got me riding around in the Cullinan, Cullinan
Had to double R my key (My key)
Yeah, you might be f*ckin' with n*gga
But he still stalkin’ all my likes, my tweets (My tweets)

[Pre-Chorus:]
Yeah, he already bought me cartier bracelets
Bust down AP still gon shine
Had me on vacations stuck with my legs pinned up
With the wet lil' slippery slide
No matter what I do with the n*gga
Or you do what with my n*gga
He still gon' waste your time
I’m already done with the n*gga
You can have that
Everybody know that boy ain’t mine
[Chorus:]
Yeah, shawty you got it confused
That lil' n*gga is not my dude
Keep worrying 'bout bags and shoes
I done had that n*gga
He ain’t sh*t to lose
Ain’t really got sh*t to prove
b*tches know my body, don’t get it confused
Know a b*tch don’t play to lose
You can have that n*gga, that’s not my dude

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, uh
Walk it like a talk it know the game
I can never f*ck with a lame
b*tch don't even really want the n*gga
She just want ‘em cause she seem with ‘em
Gave it his ass back just like a rental
Got ‘em in his feelings, sentimental
Dropped 'em 'cause I couldn’t bare with ‘em
Now your ass gotta deal with 'em
Save the drama for your f*ckin' mama
You can keep his baby and his problems
Stupid n*ggas never wearing condoms
Baby mama always going viral
Presidential pus*y, this Obama
b*tches want smoke' this ain’t frontal
You know what happen to the last side hoe
This some sh*t that only you and I know
[Pre-Chorus:]
Yeah, he already bought me cartier bracelets
Bust down AP still gon shine
Had me on vacations stuck with my legs pinned up
With the wet lil' slippery slide
No matter what I do with the n*gga
Or you do what with my n*gga
He still gon' waste your time
I’m already done with the n*gga
You can have that
Everybody know that boy ain’t mine

[Chorus:]
Yeah, shawty you got it confused
That lil' n*gga is not my dude
Keep worrying 'bout bags and shoes
I done had that n*gga
He ain’t sh*t to lose
Ain’t really got sh*t to prove
b*tches know my body, don’t get it confused
Know a b*tch don’t play to lose
You can have that n*gga, that’s not my dude