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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' sh** 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 sh**, 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
f** the world, The world can't f** 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 b**h
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You ain't gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great b**h
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 f** 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 sh**, Till I bash it
My last sh**, I surpa**ed it
I k**ed 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 b**hes make me feel popula
It gets my profit up, I don't give a f** 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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