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merchata – i cant lyrics

i cant lyrics
(woah) (woah) (woah)
count guap in the kitchen
don’t f+ck with these b+tches
i’m chasing these riches
they all in my mentions
i’m chasing this bag
give a f+ck what a b+tch said
i’m on your block with a big ole stick
got a emo hoe that like her wrist slit
pull up you know you can’t f+ck with the clique
i pulled up to the tele, we shooting a fl!ck
i told my shawty i can’t feel sh+t (i can’t)
i can’t, i can’t, i can’t even feel sh+t
i can’t, i can’t, i can’t even feel this
i can’t, i can’t, i can’t even feel it
i can’t, i can’t, i can’t, i can’t
margiela margiela margiela
i’m sleeping until i’m woke
i’m pouring’ this lean until i choke
dolce & gabanna is all that i know
pennywise pack gone make you float
told that b+tch “don’t let me go”
i’m sinking i’m sinking i’m down 10 toеs
the devil told me not to f+ck with thеse hoes
the devil told me not to let them go
my choppa talk if i don’t get it low
whole gang in we finna explode
to much food on my plate it finna get cold
i only got time for money and cloths
and you is a rat lil b+tch you told
your cup full of soda, my sh+t got wocky
they said i’m young but i feel too old
i said its gone take more than that to stop me
i’m getting’ this money but i’d never fold
we throwing parties like project x
i cut that b+tch off and i got up and left
your label said i ain’t like the rest
guess she like the way i put d+ck in the breast
i went to the store with the seed on my breath
i feel like carti i see lotta red
money talk money talk i feel like bane
vvs diamonds they all in my face
you was just playin my game (uh)
i pop dat boy and i tell him he lame
don’t f+ck with a b+tch 2 faced
i can’t feel sh+t i live this way
count guap in the kitchen
don’t f+ck with these b+tches
i’m chasing’ these riches
they all in my mentions
i’m chasing this bag
give a f+ck what a b+tch said
i’m on your block with a big ole stick
got a emo hoe that like her wrist slit
pull up you know you can’t f+ck with the clique
i pulled up to the tele, we shooting a fl!ck
i told my shawty i can’t feel sh+t (i can’t)
i can’t, i can’t, i can’t even feel sh+t
i can’t, i can’t, i can’t even feel this
i can’t, i can’t, i can’t even feel it
i can’t, i can’t, i can’t, i can’t

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