Текст песни Couldn't Do You - T. Mills
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.
Fuck
the
world,
The
world
can't
fuck
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
bitch.
You
aint
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
aint
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.
(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
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.
(x2)
![T. Mills - Ready, Fire, Aim!](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/h/q/v/w/hwmfpswvqh.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Friday Night
3 Couldn't Do You
4 Me First
5 I Live High
6 Stupid Boy
7 Your Favorite
8 Cure In My Cup
9 On
10 Purr Like A Cat
11 Let's Ride
12 She Got A...
13 Steal The Radio (Bonus Track)
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