Girlfriend (feat. Scott Russo)

Three little birds sitting on my doorstep
 Chirp chirp chirpin when I pull up in my corvette
 Before  I like a little foreplay
 Love and  and a bag of ya-yo
 Don't say nothin when you leave here
 I'll let you pet my ferret if he can meet your beaver
 I can see me and you together
 Raw dog on the couch tearin up the pleasure
 Rub her face, rippin up the lace
 Panties to the side as I slide into place
 Smile on her face, tears in her eyes
 "My daddy didn't love me right" she cried

[Chorus:]
 Girlfriend, I don't want to be your boyfriend
 I just thought that we could be friends
 With benefits on the weekend
 So baby, go, go, go
 Girlfriend, I don't want to be your boyfriend
 I just thought that we could be friends
 With benefits on the weekend

 But when Monday comes, you better pack your bags and hit the road
 I don't want no trouble that I cant afford
 I got a daughter at home, her name on my neck
 I don't need another baby in my life just yet
 I got 99 problems, and your girlfriend's one
 I'm crazy in love with my sawed-off shotgun
 Hand on the pump, bust a window at the pawn shop
 Reach right in and got blood on my rolex
 Take me home and lick my wounds, let me crawl back in the womb
 Click, clack, boom, comin out of the tomb
 Dead man walkin, singin out of tune
 Bad attitude, shrewd and rude
 Cooler than a pack of coors
 Smooth, like baby nuts, all the ladies in the club listen up

[Chorus:]
 Girlfriend, I don't want to be your boyfriend
 I just thought that we could be friends
 With benefits on the weekend
 So baby, go, go, go
 Girlfriend, I don't want to be your boyfriend
 I just thought that we could be friends
 With benefits on the weekend

 But when Monday comes, you better be in the kitchen cookin ham and eggs
 Lookin hot as the door slammed the back of your head
 She said "ill be back," I said "yea, whatev"
 The Av don't like it when you play with my head
 Now let me tell you somethin about the birds and the bees
 The birds is flying and the bees just bug me
 Ugly, honeys want to [bad word] me, and if I get drunk you might get lucky
 Guess what, I'm runnin out of money
 You can be my piggy bank, sugar mommy

[Chorus:]
 Girlfriend, I don't want to be your boyfriend
 I just thought that we could be friends
 With benefits on the weekend
 So baby, go, go, go
 Girlfriend, I don't want to be your boyfriend
 I just thought that we could be friends
 With benefits on the weekend

 But when Monday comes...