Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Cannot Go, artist - Retch. Album song Still Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
I Cannot Go |
No, I cannot go — I got a son and my youngin |
He gotta see daddy on TV |
No, I cannot go — I like my jealous bad bitches |
Givenchy, new whips and fifties |
So I cannot go — I got some people to take care of |
And gang they need me though |
I cannot go — I gotta make it |
Think how I’m gonna squeeze her |
Be dead if you leave me though |
Mama would fuck me |
But I got some to pick up |
On a rustlin' know I can’t call |
I did get way too much top |
‘Till I fall so I know no no no no |
I’m on the go |
I’m doin' show after show with the bros |
We just smoke out the our |
We count the cash on the floor |
Hundred bands on the floor |
Need some more so you know I get dough |
So no no no no |
Young nigga do what I wanna |
New Bentley coupe for the summer |
Toss up some Q’s to the runner |
I filled that coupe with the hundreds |
Jumped out that coupe like money through roof |
It was accident, niggas they hate ‘cause they stagnant |
This shit be so tragic |
I just caught a play with a bad bitch |
I like the Bixcotti, I feel like I’m working for NASA |
Your sheep fell in love with the trapper |
And burned off a fuckin' a sack up |
In two seater, pussy be strapped up |
I know I can go, tell me I’m up in a mac up |
Make that lil nigga do backflips |
You tellin' your nigga to back up |
I’m tourin', I’m runnin' the racks up the mattress |
Make bad bitches lap up designer |
My drink pourin' a cup |
You dummy — my niggas gonna act up cause |
No, I cannot go — I got a son and my youngin |
He gotta see daddy on TV |
No, I cannot go — I like my jealous bad bitches |
Givenchy, new whips and fifties |
So I cannot go — I got some people to take care of |
And gang they need me though |
I cannot go — I gotta make it |
Think how I’m gonna squeeze her |
Be dead if you leave me though |
Mama would fuck me |
But I got some to pick up |
On a rustlin' know I can’t call |
I did get way too much top |
‘Till I fall so I know no no no no |
I’m on the go |
I’m doin' show after show with the bros |
We just smoke out the our |
We count the cash on the floor |
Hundred bands on the floor |
Need some more so you know I get dough |
So no no no no |
We count that cash on the floor |
Then we stack that shit up to the ceiling |
I jump out the eight, such a feeling |
I jump in the ‘reign, such a feeling |
But so we came in the building |
My sneakers the cover chameleon |
I can’t wait to touch me a million |
I trap with some pigeons |
killed |
And my thunder just shot up the speakers |
We put them Ferraris' and Beemers' |
Designer you see us |
It’s foreign whips and the sneakers |
I stepped on the gas in Balencias |
Squeeze on the clip ‘till it’s empty |
She sucked on that dick ‘till it’s empty |
I bought her Ralph Lauren and Givenchy |
I can’t love no bitch and she left me |
I told her you may don’t get with me forever |
So would you get married and still be together cause |
No, I cannot go — I got a son and my youngin |
He gotta see daddy on TV |
No, I cannot go — I like my jealous bad bitches |
Givenchy, new whips and fifties |
So I cannot go — I got some people to take care of |
And gang they need me though |
I cannot go — I gotta make it |
Think how I’m gonna squeeze her |
Be dead if you leave me though |
Mama would fuck me |
But I got some to pick up |
On a rustlin' know I can’t call |
I did get way too much top |
‘Till I fall so I know no no no no |
I’m on the go |
I’m doin' show after show with the bros |
We just smoke out the our |
We count the cash on the floor |
Hundred bands on the floor |
Need some more so you know I get dough |
So no no no no |