Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Cannot Go , by - Retch. Song from the album Still Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |