Hook:
You're not the one for me (You're not it, you're not it) x4
1st Verse (JO):
Not to say I'm the shit, but you're workin' with nothing
Stuntin', always comin' round and askin' for something
Worthless on my nerves is all this senseless relentless bullshit
I guess you'd just prefer this?
Not knockin' your heartbeat, go fill someones fantasy
Groupies is supposed to live out their whole dynasty
Without being sarcastic, an orgy, honey take it with no money
Like a check and go, but you go with no currency
Where they do that at? That's why you're not it
I've got more respect for a hoodrat, you're just plain pathetic
When I'm with you, a cold feeling I'm dealing with someone's whole crew
Bobby, Ricky, Mike, and Jesus too
Can't play the fool for you, not at all
So boo just make like chess piece and move (just move)
On On to the next one, skip this when I drop you like a call from my Samsung (hello?!)
Hook
Verse 2 (Realeyez):
Yo baby, you're not the one for this son of a gun
There's too many fine asses shakin' under this sun
You want a little fun love? Well consider it done
I'mma keep you all summer right here under my thumb
The style keeps so clean, I don't see no ring
So I came to Fuck You girl like Cee-Lo Green
No love, I'm just bein' me
Here to tell these gutter hoes they can't eat for free
I'm a seasoned vet, all these teetin's ain't keepin' it wet
Skin sweat from the feverish sex
So for me to pick you dear would interfere
With this hemisphere of women and this is sincere
A couple chicks, some beer, a blunt lit full of funk shit
Soulution Crew baby, that's the way we function
And when the album drops, yeah you should cop it
But I'm still standin' in your face sayin you're not it!
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Verse 3 (Klinik):
Yo, I hate to break it to ya, but you're not it
You're just another crazy chick that's tryna hit my chron spliff
And plus I need a girl that's got some strong hips
I promise if you fit these guidelines you'll get some long dick
I've got a problem that is comin' up
I need one of you freaky chicks for company during the summer months
You gotta be down with my dope beats and jungle blunts
Green leaf Garcia Vegas, then you'll be my number one
I see a long line of typical suspects
But I keep sayin' you're not it until there ain't none left
I need someone above average with no baggage
I female maverick that's servin' love potion magic
I gotsta have it like a young Nas said
You're servin' breakfast up in bed with a side of bomb head
Can't hardly stand on my legs because I'm weak in the knees
See me chiefin' my trees, a different freak every week