Travis Mills, Kyle Lucas - Couldn't Do You lyrics
[Travis Mills, 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
The world, The world can't 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
I'm sharper then the knife I
Cut my steak with
You soft like fruit go eat a grape bitch
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
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
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
The world, The world can't 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
I'm sharper then the knife I
Cut my steak with
You soft like fruit go eat a grape bitch
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
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