Not Girls (feat. Pop Bibles) Song Lyrics

I ain't messing with them hot girls
You know that you're a not girl
Trying to do it like me
You got that southern twang
And you're doing your thang
Ain't it strange that you ain't wifey?
You can take it to the top top
You take pride in your work
And make that thang drop
But when the curtains close and the party fades
I could tell you're a not not

You go wherever the wind blows
So you tip toe around with the himbos
You're stuck in limbo
You got the pride to match the ride
The ghetto to match stilettos
The nails to match how frail you are
You were supposed to be a young debutante
You got credentials but no essentials
Sorry if I'm being judgmental
You know I'm dropping these gems for free
Got your head spinning fast like RPM