I'm a never let you hit that (6.1)

[Intro] [minimalist drum machine, sub-heavy synth bass] Nah, I got a Head ach tonight. Not tonight, Let me mix a minor Twist on it you dumb shit! [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that Hands off, door shut, you can keep your little hard hat No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Hook] Hey, hey, I don't let you hit that Nah, nah, not tonight, not like that Step up, then I pimp slap it back. Hey, hey, I don't let you hit that Bass thump, and I still reject that Need a ring, need a real job Hey, hey, I don't let you hit that [Hook Outro] No, no, keep that line moving I said no, then I said it again Door stays shut till the end [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that You talk big, but you ain't got the format Hands off, door shut, you can keep your little hard hat No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Verse 1] [spoken-word male vocals] I'm never lettin' you hit that Ever, ever, ever I don't need your lovin' I know how to ignore You throw signs, I throw 'em back But here's the one thing By the end of the night, you'll end up with the jack I'm a prude, prude Church girl, good girl Till I get married You see this ring, buy me a house Buy me a car Buy me a wardrobe And that's just the start I'm after that point zero one percent I'm ninety-nine percent unrealistic I'm a prude, I'm rude I think my shit don't stink I think I'm the prettiest girl in town Problem is, if I wipe off the makeup They'd see I'm a clown Straight out the circus Fugly up close Guy on the corner shook a cup, reached in, tossed a quarter Said, thanks for lettin' me see the show You an ugly girl when you take off the makeup, fake up [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that You talk big, but you ain't got the format Hands off, door shut, you can keep your little hard hat No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Verse 2] I block your number like it's spam on a Tuesday You say "what's up?" I say "who asked, who say?" Netflix asks me to cuddle and I still say "nah" [Verse 3] You brought roses, I brought receipts You got cologne, I got a seat Then I hit delete before dessert hits the table [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that You talk big, but you ain't got the format Hands off, door shut, you can keep your little hard hat No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Verse 4] You flex that wallet like it means romance Boy, that card got more holes than your dance 'Cause your best line ends with "you won't get hurt" [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that You talk big, but you ain't got the format Hands off, door shut, you can keep your little hard hat No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Verse 5] You call me cold, I call it focused My standards higher than your Wi-Fi notices Now your ego's on the floor by the wet wipes I'm getting [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that You talk big, but you ain't got the format Hands off, door shut, you can keep your little hard hat No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Verse 6] I'm old-school, but make it petty I check your vibe like a grocery receipt Go learn how to fold a fitted sheet first, okay? [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that You talk big, but you ain't got the format Hands off, door shut, you can keep your little hard hat No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Verse 7] You rolled up smooth in a borrowed car I saw your shoes and I knew who you are Whole outfit screaming "I lost my train" [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that You talk big, but you ain't got the format Hands off, door shut, you can keep your little hard hat No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Verse 9] I don't do pressure, I don't do rush I don't do "come on" and I don't do "shush" Still gonna send you home to be grown alone [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that You talk big, but you ain't got the format Hands off, door shut, you can keep your little hard hat No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Verse 10] So keep your cool, keep your little act I'm a no, then no, then no, and that's a fact I'm the wrong house, baby, wrong parade [Chorus] Back up, back up, I said don't touch that Nah, nah, save the sales pitch, I don't want that No fuck's to give, no fuck's to give [Verse 11] And if you think I changed, check again I got a locked door and a very short pen 'Cause the joke's on you when I say "who?" [Outro] Yeah, keep walkin', don't knock twice I said no once, I said it nice Door click shut, and that's the whole show No, no, no — you already know BETTER Luck next Time boy's.