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Kyle Lucas - Couldn't Do You lyrics

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' shit up on these verses, Haters gettin' nervous
When they see my picture in their girlfriends purses
I'm confident, Not a cocky dude
They talk shit, 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
Fuck the world, The world can't fuck 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. (x2)

I'm sharper then the knife I cut my steak with
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
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 fuck 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. (x2)

Kyle Lucas:
I'm doin' this rap shit, Till I bash it
My last shit, 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 bitches make me feel popula
It gets my profit up, I don't give a fuck 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. (x2)

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