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richmond rab - i can't stand you كلمات الأغنية

[intro: richmond rab]
huh?
oh, you can’t stand me b-tch, huh?
well, sue me, then, b-tch, ’cause pimping is pimping
pimping is pleasure, hoe

[chorus: nyemiah supreme & richmond rab]
boy, i can’t stand you (she said she got a dude)
boy, i can’t stand you (and i be acting rude)
boy, i can’t stand you, n-gg-, kick rocks
boy, i can’t stand you,, you must pay for that box
boy, i can’t stand you (i told that b-tch, “please”)
boy, i can’t stand you (i see she want a g)
boy, i can’t stand you (look, b-tch, i’m a boss)
boy, i can’t stand you (listen, get lost, go on)

[verse 1: richmond rab]
girl, you can’t stand who? i can be your man, boo
me and you is so old, why you acting brand new?
you was just a hoodrat, just something that i ran through
open up your mouth wide, i know how your glands do
come up out your bra, matter of fact, yeah, your pants, too
tell me vicky’s secret or this whole sh-t is canceled
you ain’t got a man, you do that same sh-t that pam do
just like marty mar, get to stepping out my lambo
girl, that’s my lambo, you just want a sample
you can just keep moving, you got corns all on your d-mn toes
whistles in the trunk would turn the block into a dance floor
strip still jumping, fiends asking where the grams go
chickens and some water, i ain’t cooking up no campbell’s
you don’t understand, though, i’m trying to let my fans know
i can cook an ounce and a half off a d-mn o
i can cook an ounce and a half off a d-mn o

[verse 2: waka flocka flame]
i can’t stand a broke b-tch that demands sh-t
ain’t have sh-t, wearing her best friend’s sh-t
i got a new york b-tch that i call “broomstick”
’cause she suck up and she got a mean [?}
but my l.a. hoe, i swear she blows the best dro
and my memphis chick, she gutter, she’ll lick a b-tch
up in north carolina back down to south carolina
i’m f-cking sisters, aunties, even baby mommas
keith flocka sweat, leave a b-tch p-ssy wet
this sh-t intense, shawty, so she might break a sweat
she licking on my neck, i whispered in her ear
“is this d-ck good?” she like, “h-ll yeah
don’t stop, right there, baby, that’s the spot”
i don’t do the cuffing, shawty, man, i hate the cops
earrings, wrist and watch, reached for my chain
i’ma fight murder cases like gucci mane

- richmond rab

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