paroles de chanson I Can't - Karot feat. Deady Cordo

Aye
Nah I can't fuck 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 fuck with you
We just fuck 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 fuck with you
We just fuck 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 fuck with you
We just fuck 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 fuck with you
We just fuck 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 fuck with you
We just fuck 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 fuck with you
We just fuck 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 fuck with you
We just fuck 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