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moneybagg yo - can't do it lyrics

[hook]
my lil’ n-gg-s, they always on go, they never on pause
i know some n-gg-s committed some murders, ain’t none of them solved
n-gg-s be talking, be acting like b-tches, i call em rupaul
i got some b-tches i f-ck, time to time, don’t love em at all
having my feelings involved, that’s something i can’t do
get the p-ssy no cap, that’s something i can’t do
leave the house without the strap, that’s something i can’t do
nah, nah i just can’t do it

[moneybagg yo]
i just can’t be broke, you gotta have type of hustle bout yaself
f-ck my p.o., i’m sippin plenty lean and smokin propane
that’s that good smoke
that’s that good gas, n-gg-, (what you is?)
just a hood n-gg- with money
i’m in a foreign whip riding dirty
it got buyer’s tags on it
college b-tch wit me, can’t suck d-ck
really all she do is gag on it
f-cked around and got a ratchet b-tch pregnant, i hit her raw man
fresh out the bando, 80 thou that can’t fit in these balmains
(can’t fit in my jeans)
ima stack it up and go hard on all these n-gg-s and hating hoes
when you in the streets you can’t leave the strap, that’s apart of your wardobe
and i rock expensive attire, after she f-ck she fired
these hoes be slicker than n-gg-s
can’t love em, these b-tches be liars
i be around murderers (what they do?)
they shooting like manu (gin-bli)
just keep your mouth close, homie, snitching?
that’s something you can’t do

[yo gotti]
moneybagg, moneybagg
hold up, let me set the record straight
i am the king, ain’t got to hate
every n-gg- around me done ate
the rest i k!ll em, n-gg-s yellow tape
and the other n-gg- is just a mini-me
i watched his interviews, don’t like his energy
only d’usse, not the hennessy
ooouuu, pulled up in a half a million dollar car like f-ck these n-gg-s
when you $20 million up, you don’t be studying n-gg-s
i’m the plug, recruiter
a city of shooters
rip to young trulla (j-money)
every mob in my city mobbin’
every n-gg- in my city robbin’
i make fast cash from gl-ss b-ss
in the kitchen duffle bag gang, gang
young n-gg- from the city, got heart dread go bangin
them my lil n-gg-s and them
and they’ll go hittin them hittin them
them the three letters
cmg, they under my leadership
and this sh-t 2 federal

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