Kyle Lucas - Couldn't Do You lyrics

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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 co*ky 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 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)