T. Mills - 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 *****y 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. [x2] I'm sharper then the knife I cut my steak with, You soft like fruit go eat a grape *****. You ain't gotta say it 'cause I know that I'm great *****. 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 ***** 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 *****es make me feel popula. It gets my profit up, I don't give a ***** 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]
