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tony shhnow - can't go lyrics

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[intro]
brent ram—
brent ram—
brent ram—
brent ram—

[chorus: 10kdunkin]
i got two poles at this function
n-ggas pillow-talkin’ but ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (d-mn)
this f-ck n-gga must’ve thought i was bluffin’
my block is the store and i’m still up to somethin’ (yeah)
i mix the balenci’ with number (n)ine jeans
we walk in there thirty deep and cause a scene
he think he on go but that n-gga just green
it’s a slippery slope, i can’t go for a thing

[post-chorus: 10kdunkin]
i can’t go (i can’t go)
i can’t go (i can’t go)
i can’t go (go, go)
yeah, n-gga can’t go for a thing
yeah, n-gga can’t go for a thing (yeah)
i can’t go (i can’t go)
i can’t go
yeah, n-gga can’t go for a thing

[verse 1: tony shhnow]
i ain’t goin’ for sh-t (sh-t)
i ain’t goin’ for nothin’ (yeah)
i’m smokin’ on wedding cake ’cause i’m married to the money
pockets on honor roll ’cause i’m havin’ all hunnids (yeah)
your b-tch, she f-cked me like she on the rent (d-mn)
walked in with that .30, feel like clark kent (d-mn)
versace frame, can’t see you in dark tint
that boy green, man, he always like to start sh-t (b-tch)
young n-gga give ’em h-ll in them ‘partments

[chorus: 10kdunkin]
i got two poles at this function
n-ggas pillow-talkin’ but ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’ (d-mn)
this f-ck n-gga must’ve thought i was bluffin’
my block is the store and i’m still up to somethin’ (yeah)
i mix the balenci’ with number (n)ine jeans
we walk in there thirty deep and cause a scene
he think he on go but that n-gga just green
it’s a slippery slope, i can’t go for a thing

[post-chorus: 10kdunkin & tony shhnow]
i can’t go (i can’t go)
i can’t go (i can’t go)
i can’t go (go, go)
yeah, n-gga can’t go for a thing
yeah, n-gga can’t go for a thing (yeah)
i can’t go (i can’t go)
i can’t go (ayy)
yeah, n-gga can’t go for a thing

[verse 2: tony shhnow]
runnin’ up that sack, blowin’ on that pack
shawty got that dumb -ss, fat, so she throw it back
ridin’ high, dope all in my hands, throwin’ up them bands
she a groupie, boyfriend is a fan, both think i’m the man… d-mn
yeah, i ain’t goin’
vvs on my neck, she think it’s snowin’
two hundred lines of tech, that’s what i’m pourin’
on my body, this is rick, but i catch plays, terrell owens



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