Don't want to talk about politics Don't preach or talk about politics Don't let me talk about politics Don't give a shit about politics You want to sleep with him to get to who you need to know Its in religion, sex, and everything we do and say I look

It is him I love Holy Father Say I shouldn’t be here but I can’t give up his touch Don’t you try and tell me that God doesn’t care for us We need to talk I have a secret

They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong

Fuck do you mean, "Why I showed up?" I don't need your poison 'round me Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy yeah I'm nice if you don't fuck around Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All of these boys, they callin' me pretty Who's your producer? Producer is Timmy

No, don't let him steal your heart away You were lonely and you needed a friend And he was there at the right time with the right smile Just a shoulder to lean on Don't let him steal your heart away So don't let him steal your heart away And don't pack

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money All I need is you All I need is you, you We

So rough and tough Just crazy about me Don't care about anything but me Yes I just love him cause he's so crazy Ooh I love my ugly boy Yes I love my ugly boy I believe it's magic (magic) Anything you want (you got it) Anything you need (you got it)

I don't love you baby I don't need you baby I don't want you no I don't wanna love you no No I don't wanna hate you Just wish you'd never gone for the man And waited two weeks at least Before you let him take you

I just wanna fuck you You've got a husband who loves you No touching and rubbing girl Don't need you all in mine We can't be kissing and hugging girl You need to give him your quality time I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches

I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies, my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds