Im Not a Gentleman

Ooh, ladies first, ladies first

Ladies first, who the fuck made up that shit?

Nine times outta ten, it was a bitch

I'm comin' at ya like this

'Cause your pussy ain't no more important than my dick, miss

I'm not your motherfuckin' dog

You won't see me runnin' to ya at your every beck and call

Bitches act like they handicapped

Want me to open doors, pull out chairs, and all that

I'm the motherfuckin' Gangster of Love

So how you gonna run me like I'm some kind of scrub?

Think your pussy made of gold? Well, it's not

You couldn't get a dime for it at the pawn shop

I won't pack your bags at the store

Nor will I take you to a play or a musical, whore

And break my neck to be extra polite

I'll take your motherfuckin' ass to a chicken fight

And if it get cold, you gon' sneeze

'Cause I ain't givin' you my coat so I can freeze

People say my manners are minimal

I'm from the ghetto, ho

I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman

I'm not a gentleman

I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman

I told you that in the first rap

Hell no, I won't remove my cap

When I go to ya mom's crib for my grill

T-shirts, sneakers, and jeans is how I feel

Your mom grit her dentures

'Cause I'll be eatin' with my hands, not the proper utensils

I say yeah and naw, not ma'am

I was raised like that, so that's the way that I am

I don't give a damn if you ain't got a seat

My feet hurt too, you ain't no better than me

Stand your ass up, wait your fucking turn

I don't give a fuck if you're nine or ninety-nine

Drop something if you want to, freak

And I won't leap to pick it up like a geek

In a dash or flash, goddamn, I'll pass

I'ma let you bend over so I can see that ass

I might laugh, giggle, or grin

You could say Willie D is out to win

People say my manners are minimal

I'm from the ghetto, ho

I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman

I'm not a gentleman

I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman

Or a nice guy or a good fella

I'll straight up tell her

Bitch, to suck my dick

Fuck that beatin' around the bush shit

When I go see a ho

I don't knock at the door, I blow

And if we go to a restaurant, I don't let her pick it

'Cause she'll try to choose the one most expensive

You don't like it when I walk in the front zone

Well, slowpoke-ass ho, bring your ass on

You say I disrespect women like I'm crazy

But every woman ain't a motherfuckin' lady

I treat a ho like a ho and a bitch like a bitch

And a lady like a lady, but I don't sip Dom Perignon

And listen to Luther or Kenny G, it's Geto Boys and Jubilee

You can't catch me holdin' hands in the shopping mall

If I'm wearing Swali, you know I'm gettin' them drawers

People call me a lot of things, love

But they'll never accuse me of

Being a motherfuckin' gentleman

I'm not a gentleman