Dee Mula - Can I Songtexte

Songtexte Can I - Dee Mula




Baby can I get a kiss (muahh)
Without me asking sometimes I wonder is ya real
Or you be cappin, you know im out here in the field
Dont do no acting and you know Im trying to drill
Might pop a nigga like a pill
Baby can I get a kiss (muahh)
Without me asking sometimes I wonder is ya real
Or you be cappin, you know im out here in the field
Dont do no acting and you know Im trying to drill
Might pop a nigga like a pill
Baby care about me like you care bout them bundles
I like how we kiss then we cuddle
I was sleep cuz we was fucking
All night nutty buddies, beating it up you a rusher
I dont like you hanging with messy hoes cuz they turn to jealous hoes
They be all in our business, they know you got a trap nigga
They know what im doing, Be rich
Bae we the shit like some chitlins
Lay you down then kiss it
In that pussy like I'm swimming you know they gone hate
Let's just laugh at em, sit back like a boss, throw a bag at em
I walked in the club and pulled out them bands
Look like I just robbed me a bank and I know some niggas with them
Shanks and they quick to send a nigga kite, hit em up take his life
On GP fuck the price, my niggas don't sleep at night
They like to go creep at night and I did this shit yesterday
So it's hard for me to sleep tonight (damnnn)
My niggas don't sleep at night, they like to go creep at night
And I did this shit yesterday so it's hard for me to sleep tonight
Baby can I get a kiss (muahh)
Without me asking sometimes I wonder is ya real
Or you be cappin, you know im out here in the field
Dont do no acting and you know Im trying to drill
Might pop a nigga like a pill
Baby can I get a kiss (muahh)
Without me asking sometimes I wonder is ya real
Or you be cappin, you know im out here in the field
Dont do no acting and you know Im trying to drill
Might pop a nigga like a pill
Sometimes I wonder is ya real
You know I'm trill like boosie and Webbie
And everywhere I go I got my weapon
Stick and move left these lil niggas guessing
Don't call my phone if it ain't bout the lettuce (the cabbage)
I'm a let a nigga have it
Im going fed bout my broccoli, I'm taking off like a rocket
I got them knots in my pocket
I'm in the streets so I'm cautious
Niggas start throwing crosses
Surround myself with nun but bosses
Ian tripping that's too close to falling
If I cut you off ain't no need for calling
Fuck a bitch I got plenty options
You know I be fresh like a peppermint
She wanna lie like she celibate
I'm a beast I be killing it, swear she real she be killing me
I know lil baby be feeling me
I hate when niggas thats kin to me
Cuz most of these niggas be frenemies
Swear they love me but they enemies
Shake my hand but they envy me
Sick of the rumors and lies
They cry and look you in yo eyes
Knowing damn well they be lying
Sick of the rumors and lies
They cry and look you in yo eyes
Knowing damn well they be lying
Baby can I get a kiss (muahh)
Without me asking sometimes I wonder is ya real
Or you be cappin, you know im out here in the field
Dont do no acting and you know Im trying to drill
Might pop a nigga like a pill
Baby can I get a kiss (muahh)
Without me asking sometimes I wonder is ya real
Or you be cappin, you know im out here in the field
Dont do no acting and you know Im trying to drill
Might pop a nigga like a pill



Autor(en): Claude Kelly, Adam Mcleer, Ashley Rose, Roy Hammond, Andre Brissett, Jon Webb



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