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t. mills - couldn't do you lyrics
yo, it’s millie man.
don’t hate on me hate on me ’cause i’m your girlfriends favorite. yf.
i don’t have to listen to what you gotta say,
i do, i do, whatever i want to.
you bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
i knew, i knew, you couldn’t just do you.
i’m clearin’ sh-t up on these verses, haters gettin’ nervous,
when they see my picture in their girlfriends purses.
i’m confident, not a c-cky dude.
they talk sh-t, i’m still makin’ moves.
i’m leadin’ ’em, they in the group.
i’m beaten ’em, they bound to lose.
watch me like a tv, speechless when you see me.
you bought swag, i cop for free.
i’m the real deal, you a wannabe.
my life is like a movie, girls all act like groupies.
i got my fav’s, that’s all i need.
f-ck the world, the world can’t f-ck me.
i don’t have to listen to what you gotta say,
i do, i do, whatever i want to.
you bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
i knew, i knew, you couldn’t just do you. (x2)
i’m sharper then the knife i cut my steak with,
you soft like fruit go eat a grape b-tch.
you aint gotta say it ’cause i know that i’m great b-tch.
i don’t got a job, but you, you work the grave shift.
i get high and pay no mind to people talkin’ outta line,
i aint lyin’, i feel fine.
you hate on wine, i date dimes, i get mine.
it’s my time you’re minutes late,
you see me. oh you copy, paste.
swagga jackin’ lames need to get the f-ck out my face.
i don’t have to listen to what you gotta say,
i do, i do, whatever i want to.
you bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
i knew, i knew, you couldn’t just do you. (x2)
kyle lucas:
i’m doin’ this rap sh-t, till i bash it.
my last sh-t, i surp-ssed it.
i k!lled it, it’s in a casket.
these adjectives are drastic.
so put ’em in the ground, like six feet down.
and if they unaware, they finna know now.
see this hate is all poppin’, the b-tches make me feel popula.
it gets my profit up, i don’t give a f-ck if i’m hip hop enough.
so whatever they talkin’ about it’s blocked out,
even with the top down, with your chicks top down.
i don’t have to listen to what you gotta say,
i do, i do, whatever i want to.
you bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes.
i knew, i knew, you couldn’t just do you. (x2)
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