| Yo, It’s Millie man
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| Don’t hate on me hate on me 'cause I’m your girlfriends favorite. |
| YF
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| I don’t have to listen to what you gotta say
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| I do, I do, whatever I want to
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| You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
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| I knew, I knew, you couldn’t just do you
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| I’m clearin' shit up on these verses, Haters gettin' nervous
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| When they see my picture in their girlfriends purses
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| I’m confident, Not a cocky dude
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| They talk shit, I’m still makin' moves
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| I’m leadin' 'em, They in the group
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| I’m beaten 'em, They bound to lose
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| Watch me like a TV, Speechless when you see me
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| You bought swag, I cop for free
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| I’m the real deal, You a wannabe
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| My life is like a movie, Girls all act like groupies
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| I got my fav’s, That’s all I need
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| Fuck the world, The world can’t fuck me
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| I don’t have to listen to what you gotta say
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| I do, I do, whatever I want to
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| You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
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| I knew, I knew, you couldn’t just do you. |
| (x2)
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| I’m sharper then the knife I cut my steak with
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| You soft like fruit go eat a grape bitch
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| You ain’t gotta say it 'cause I know that I’m great bitch
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| I don’t got a job, But you, You work the grave shift
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| I get high and pay no mind to people talkin' outta line
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| I ain’t lyin', I feel fine
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| You hate on wine, I date dimes, I get mine
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| It’s my time you’re minutes late
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| You see me. |
| Oh you copy, paste
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| Swagga Jackin' Lames need to get the fuck out my face
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| I don’t have to listen to what you gotta say
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| I do, I do, whatever I want to
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| You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
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| I knew, I knew, you couldn’t just do you. |
| (x2)
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| Kyle Lucas:
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| I’m doin' this rap shit, Till I bash it
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| My last shit, I surpassed it
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| I killed it, It’s in a casket
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| These adjectives are drastic
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| So put 'em in the ground, Like six feet down
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| And if they unaware, They finna know now
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| See this hate is all poppin', The bitches make me feel popula
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| It gets my profit up, I don’t give a fuck if I’m hip hop enough
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| So whatever they talkin' about it’s blocked out
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| Even with the top down, With your chicks top down
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| I don’t have to listen to what you gotta say
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| I do, I do, whatever I want to
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| You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
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| I knew, I knew, you couldn’t just do you. |
| (x2) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Couldn't Do You, artist - Travis Mills. Album song Ready, Fire, Aim!, in the genre Иностранный рок