STILL CANT FUH lyrics

[Chorus: Lizzo]
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't f*ck
Take me to dinner, you still can't f*ck
If I'm in your section, you still can't f*ck
Send me a bottle, you still won't
It's a nice car, but you still can't f*ck
NBA draft and you still can't f*ck
You made the playoffs, you still can't f*ck
Call me a sl*t and you still won't

[Post-Chorus: Lizzo]
You still can't
You still won't
And you still can't
f*ck

[Verse 1: Lizzo]
f*ck these n*ggas and f*ck these b*tches like, bye, I'm wildin'
I'm not on Bumble, I'm not on Raya
Can't get no neck with no back, you ain't Khia
Upsettin' these b*tches like Cookinwitkya
All these emotions, it's not that serious
City girls up, boys on they deriod
I think it's cute, I think it's hilarious
And no, I don't text back
He say he in love, go get a tat
Yeah, now n*ggas know I talk back
Yeah, these n*ggas know that I'm that
Yeah, these n*ggas know what it is
All these hoes know I'm they b*tch
Candace Owens somewhere p*ssed
Kiss my what? n*gga, get bent
[Interlude: Shera Seven]
He said, "What are you bringing to the table?"
I'm not bringing nothing to the table, baby, sprinkle, sprinkle

[Chorus: Lizzo]
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't f*ck
Take me to dinner, you still can't f*ck
If I'm in your section, you still can't f*ck
Send me a bottle, you still won't
It's a nice car, but you still can't f*ck
NBA draft and you still can't f*ck
You made the playoffs, you still can't f*ck
Call me a sl*t and you still won't

[Post-Chorus: Lizzo & Doja Cat]
You still can't
You still won't
And you still can't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha)
f*ck

[Verse 2: Doja Cat & Lizzo]
Said, cocaine in his Hanes underwear
Everybody in here know what's under there
Good credit and some glass skin
He got goals, hobbies, and a passion
With an accent and his eyes knock you off your axis
All the members' clubs he got access to
Cook, clean, and no bad tattoos
But he ain't hittin' it when Jesus return
He ain't hittin' it with mommy issues
He ain't hittin' if it meant that I would have to let him hit it too and comment issues
Wouldn't let him hit to stop a missile
"Just the tip," okay, I'll cut it off
Beg for pus*y, then I cut him off
Ain't none of my clothes comin' off (And you still won't)
[Chorus: Lizzo & Doja Cat]
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't f*ck
Take me to dinner, you still can't f*ck
If I'm in your section, you still can't f*ck
Send me a bottle, you still won't (Still won't)
It's a nice car, but you still can't f*ck (You won't hit)
NBA draft and you still can't f*ck
You made the playoffs, you still can't f*ck (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call me a sl*t and you still won't (Yeah, Lizzy)