Paroles de Couldn't do you

T. Mills

pochette album Couldn't do you
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Date de parution : 28/09/2010

Durée : 0:02:57

Style : Alternative



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Yo its milly man, dont hate on me cause im your girlfriends favorite yf.
I dont have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, i do whatever i want to.
You buy my style so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, i knew you couldnt just do you
Im pairing shit up on these verses
Haters get nervous
When they see my picture in they girl friends purses
Im confident not a cocky dude
They talk shit, im still making moves
Im leading em, they in the group
Im beating em, they bound to lose
Watch me like a tv, speechless when you see me
You buy swag, i cop for free
Im a real deal, you a wanna be.
My life is like a movie, girls all act like groupies
I got my faves, thats all i need
Fuck the world, the world cant fuck me
I dont have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, i do whatever i want to
You buy my style so tell me how it really tastes
I knew i knew you couldnt just do you
I dont have to listen to what you gotta say
I do ido whatever i want to
You buy my style so tell me how it really tastes
I knew i knew you couldnt just do you
Im sharper than the knife i cut my steak with, steak with
You soft like fruit go eat a grape bitch
You aint gotta say it cause i know that im great bitch
You aint gotta job but you, you work the grave shift
I get high and pay all mine
People talk me outta line
I aint lying i feel fine you hate alright
I get dimes i get mine
Its my time you meanest if you see it i will copy paste
Swagger jackin lames need to get the fuck out my face
I dont have to listen to what you gotta say
I do i do whatever i want to
You buy my style so tell me how it really tastes
I knew i knew you couldnt just do you
I dont have to listen to what you gotta say
I do i do whatever i want to
You buy my style so tell me how it really tastes
I knew i knew you couldnt just do you
Im doin this rap shit til i bash it
My last shit, i surpassed it
I killed it, its in the casket
These adjectives are drastic
Put em in the ground, like 6 feet down
And they unaware they are finna know now
See this hate has been poppin up
Bitches make me feel popular
Ill give my profit up
Who gives a fuck if im hip hop enough
For whatever they talkin bout its blocked out
In a wip top down with your chick top down
I dont have to listen to what you gotta say
I do i do whatever i want to
You buy my style so tell me how it really tastes
I knew i knew you couldnt just do you
I dont have to listen to what you gotta say
I do i do whatever i want to
You buy my style so tell me how it really tastes
I knew i knew you couldnt just do you

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