I Can't (feat. Deady Cordo)

Aye Nah I can't f*ck wit' you You know You know you a summertime hoe You some of err body bitch Every mufuckin' season I got to do this shi-, nah I ain't fuckin wit you nah I can't f*ck with you We just f*ck we cool There's no love for you I'll call my other boo She got better moves Way way better grooves Gave her a lotta blues Benjamin Franklin mood I can't f*ck with you We just f*ck we cool There's no love for you I'll call my other boo She got better moves Way way better grooves Gave her a lotta blues Benjamin Franklin mood You see I'm amazing You don't phase me I sleep like a baby You out with the rabies Burning like a hot rod Tearing up the pavement Return Missed calls Maybe Baby I really only call at night when it's shady Calling in 4-5 Answer me Sway please Pistol in the dark When I shoot my shot Ya girl got popped She was too hot Believe it or not You was her roommate When I was on top We hit the gym She be running a lot That blew my blem The Navy don't run They just swim I am just here for the sin Rated R see Movie for win Damn I can't f*ck with you We just f*ck we cool There's no love for you I'll call my other boo She got better moves Way way better grooves Gave her a lotta blues Benjamin Franklin mood I can't f*ck with you We just f*ck we cool There's no love for you I'll call my other boo She got better moves Way way better grooves Gave her a lotta blues Benjamin Franklin mood Simply the way I move In the Lou I wear hockey blue When you with me All you wear is you Or is my shirt too big for you I got clothes I give out boo Your poor nigga has no odd clue City Girls meet 2 live crew Me so horny When you act up boo Me so corny But I'm so damn cool Don't run when I slip in you Don't run when you slip up fool Brother Hun then we bow and move Handshakes for the dirty tools Hand shaking so u bet not move Scare me and this Bitch ah yell And this Bitch ah yell And this Bitch ah yell And this I can't f*ck with you We just f*ck we cool There's no love for you I'll call my other boo She got better moves Way way better grooves Gave her a lotta blues Benjamin Franklin mood I can't f*ck with you We just f*ck we cool There's no love for you I'll call my other boo She got better moves Way way better grooves Gave her a lotta blues Benjamin Franklin mood Lil shorty like how you doing In my box she like how I'm moving From the city and she came out choosing Said her only fans in her bio Like damn baby run a mile She wants the money that's in my hand A real bitch and think she can She be loyal if ya feed her hands Till another nigga feed her bands You be hurting just to sleep like damn When you wanted it You came and you hunted it Damn I should pun the shit Damn I feel punished bitch Hunnits on hunnits on hunnits Maybe I should bundle the money How she just run and keep running I can't f*ck with you We just f*ck we cool There's no love for you I'll call my other boo She got better moves Way way better grooves Gave her a lotta blues Benjamin Franklin mood