Lemme Get Some - Amanda Blank

You see I’m living cushy now you wanna try and crack

All pushy try’na get up in my pussy and smash

Ain’t fuckin' with them fools and I ain’t cutting no slack

I’m Beyonce, independent woman, handle that!

Don’t stand for that, take him out with the trash

And if he wanna holla holla heard I holla back

No, Amanda Blank baby, got a track you should hear

‘nother fake up Frank going up all night in my ear, like

Chorus: lemme get some (you don’t want none) x 8

No we’ve never met before and yes I’ve heard that line

Can I just chill without you getting all greedy from behind

I don’t care what you do, don’t give a fuck what you say

And no I can’t introduce you to M.I.A

‘cuz baby she don’t want you neither

No my girls don’t wanna meet ya

Breathing in my face

Your voice is getting louder than the speakers

I ain’t in the biz of bullshit

I ain’t with all that

I might be kinda fast but I ain’t easy for a pass

You ain’t rubbing on my ass and I ain’t closing up your tab

You ain’t gonna take me home and think I’m paying for your cab

Ain’t gonna let you crash or let you get up in my stash

I don’t give it for blow and I ain’t giving up my cash

I whip a mother fucker’s ass just for wasting my time

All up in my face and personal space with that line

Chorus: lemme get some (you don’t want none) x 8

(Chuck Inglish)

That’s not a bag of tricks to bag you wit

That’s the bag for when I go camping and shit

I’m slick as the ruler like butter on the rood

And we try’na do roofin in the rain (snowboots?)

I’m saying don’t say it if you really don’t know it

You a hundred dollars short so the bank is foreclosing

See me, I ain’t for all the modelling and posing

Seen ten of y’all before in the mall purse toting

Talking, jumping, laughing, oh

You coming to the show then watch imma

(shum shum?) this fuck here, he ma let me back stage

Where the cool kids go, I heard them niggas getting paid

Ah funny, no really that’s funny listen up

We ain’t here to raise no dummy, try your luck here boo

You should roll a dice from… let the beat ride while I count my money

Chorus: lemme get some (you don’t want none) x 8