The Main, Cherdleys - I Don't Want a Girlfriend Dude Lyrics

Riding shotgun, but I’m feeling automatic
Giving you love, but I’m feeling like an addict
Smokin’ up a J man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
All these distractions, man, I feeling like I’m lacking
Getting this money, you know the green stacking
Smokin’ up a J man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
Know I can’t be driving high as fuck I ain’t lying
Got my bitch up in the whip you know she be riding
She only tryna fuck, wish I could say I was lying
Say I was lying, say I was
I don’t need a bitch who only tryna fuck
I need a girl to give out my love, but wait, then I remember that
I don’t want that, I do not want a girlfriend at all dude
No dude, no, dude seriously, honestly no dude
Like literally, no. Like metaphorically no I don’t want a girlfriend, dude
No, seriously. That sounds awful, no
Lemme bring it back to where this all began
Just a lil jit hanging with my friends
Then I spot this girl who looking bad as fuck
So I tell my boy walk up
That nigga walks up
Confident as fuck
Then he comes back, it’s no luck
So I walk up tell her, what's up
Then she like Oh shit, what
I’m like Yeah bitch, it’s The Main
Who’s The Main
I’m The Main
Don’t know me? that's inhumane
Boutta be bigger than Charlamagne
Girl why don’t you come with me
And we’ll go fuck with Mary Jane
Riding shotgun, but I’m feeling automatic
Giving you love, but I’m feeling like an addict
Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
All these distractions, man, I feeling like I’m lacking
Getting this money, you know the green stacking
Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
Riding shotgun, but I’m feeling automatic
Giving you love, but I’m feeling like an addict
Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
All these distractions, man, I feeling like I’m lacking
Getting this money, you know the green stacking
Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing

Riding shotgun, but I’m feeling automatic
Giving you love, but I’m feeling like an addict
Smokin’ up a J man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
All these distractions, man, I feeling like I’m lacking
Getting this money, you know the green stacking
Smokin’ up a J man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
Know I can’t be driving high as fuck I ain’t lying
Got my bitch up in the whip you know she be riding
She only tryna fuck, wish I could say I was lying
Say I was lying, say I was
I don’t need a bitch who only tryna fuck
I need a girl to give out my love, but wait, then I remember that
I don’t want that, I do not want a girlfriend at all dude
No dude, no, dude seriously, honestly no dude
Like literally, no. Like metaphorically no I don’t want a girlfriend, dude
No, seriously. That sounds awful, no
Lemme bring it back to where this all began
Just a lil jit hanging with my friends
Then I spot this girl who looking bad as fuck
So I tell my boy walk up
That nigga walks up
Confident as fuck
Then he comes back, it’s no luck
So I walk up tell her, what's up
Then she like Oh shit, what
I’m like Yeah bitch, it’s The Main
Who’s The Main
I’m The Main
Don’t know me? that's inhumane
Boutta be bigger than Charlamagne
Girl why don’t you come with me
And we’ll go fuck with Mary Jane
Riding shotgun, but I’m feeling automatic
Giving you love, but I’m feeling like an addict
Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
All these distractions, man, I feeling like I’m lacking
Getting this money, you know the green stacking
Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
Riding shotgun, but I’m feeling automatic
Giving you love, but I’m feeling like an addict
Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing
All these distractions, man, I feeling like I’m lacking
Getting this money, you know the green stacking
Smokin’ up a J, man you know I ain’t pass it
Smokin’ up a J that T Money packing