Couldn't Do You-T. Mills

歌手 : T. Mills

专辑 : Ready, Fire, Aim!

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:57

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TXT Couldn't Do You-T. Mills 文本歌词

Couldn't Do You - T. Mills

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 y 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

The world the world can't 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

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 sharper then the knife I cut my steak with

You soft like fruit go eat a grape

You ain't gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great

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 ain't 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 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

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 doin' this rap sh*t till I bash it

My last sh*t I surpassed it

I killed 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 es make me feel popula

It gets my profit up I don't give a 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

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