I Don’t Know Why lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
She a real b*tch, I can see it in her eye
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Yeah

[Verse 1]
She a real b*tch‚ I can see it in her eye
Lie to her all the time‚ I don't know why
It be so much that she don't even cry
She kill the scene and she don't even try
f*ck it‚ let's take a trip to Dubai
Yeah, you so fly and we stay in the sky
I'm in first class and she right by my side
She grabbin' my di*k and I'm rubbin' her thigh
I spend a check in Japan when we land
I keep her right and I keep her with bands
She independent, she do what she can
But she make it known that she don't need no man
We get so drunk‚ have a hangover
She eat that di*k for a Range Rover
I beat it up, then it's game over
Yeah, I beat it up‚ then it's game over
She get so wet, umbrella
She wanna f*ck then cuddle
She been right there from the gutter
So I don't give no f*cks, I love her
She ride that di*k like a shuttle
I turned her wrist to a puddle
I front them P's to her brother
But n*gga, this business, so come with my cheddar
Yeah, I get the pack then ship it
So anything you want, go get it
I'ma turn you up, make 'em feel you
She done fell in love with the dealer
Treat her like an orange, how I peel her
Yeah, damn that pus*y taste like vanilla, yeah
Get an A plus, she got good head
And she a real b*tch, she a thoroughbred, yeah

[Interlude]
Yeah, I f*ck with this
Hold up
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2]
We be low-key when we out in the streets
n*ggas too nosey, so we be discrete
Don't inbox my b*tch, you might get you ass beat
The last n*gga tried me, I put him to sleep, yeah
Hit like Muhammad Ali, yeah
Knock your lil' ass off your feet, yeah
Try it, and n*gga, you'll see, yeah
sh*t can get sour from thinking it's sweet
sh*t can get sour from thinking it's sweet
Buy you some Gucci, ain't boycotting me
Double G shoe, put some stars on your feet
We got this drip out of Paris and Greece
Trip out the country, ten thousand a seat
Meal on the jet, that's a bon appétit
f*ck up a bag every time that we eat
f*ck from the back, I got nut on my tee
f*ck from the back, I got nut on my shirt
Know that I'm rich but she still go to work
Ain't asking for sh*t, she gon' get her bag first
My b*tch want a house, she not impressed by no purse
She tell me chill out when I be on the syrup
In love with codeine, sh*t I think that I'm cursed
f*ck her to sleep, now she acting berserk
If I f*ck a new b*tch, man, you'll always be first
Buy a watch for you, won't hurt no more
But I can't lie, I don't work no more
Swear it's so hard to let the feelings go
You can't let it go, you can take some more
She like it slow when I hit from the back
Jump in that pus*y and then I attack
She call me daddy, she don't call me Zacc
She call me daddy, she don't call me Zacc

[Outro]
I mean, I ain't perfect, but sh*t
What, you gon' go f*ck with a lame? Haha
You're too bossed up for that
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
She a real b*tch, I can see it in her eye
She kill the scene and she don't even try
I don't know why
She don't even try
f*ck it, let's take a trip to Dubai
We be so fly, always stay in the sky
I'm in first class and she right by my side
She grabbing my di*k and I'm rubbing her thigh, ooh