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can't do it - moneybagg yo & yo gotti lyrics

[chorus: moneybagg yo]
my lil n-ggas, them always on go, they never on pause
i know some n-ggas committed some murders, ain’t none of them solved
n-ggas 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, i just can’t do it

[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
i just can’t be broke
you gotta have type of hustle ’bout yourself, f-ck my p.o
i’m sippin’ plenty lean and smokin’ propane, that’s that good smoke
(that’s that good gas, n-gga, what you is?)
just a hood n-gga with money
i’m in a foreign whip riding dirty, it got bogus tags on it
college b-tch with 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, eighty thou, it can’t fit in these balmains
(can’t fit in my jeans)
c-bo told me stack it up and go hard on these n-ggas and hating hoes
when you in the streets you can’t leave that strap, that’s a part of your wardrobe
and i rock expensive attire
after she f-ck she fired
these hoes be sl!cker than n-ggas
can’t love ’em, these b-tches be liars
i be around murderers (what they do?)
they shooting like manu (gin0bli)
just keep your mouth close homie, snitching?
that’s something you can’t do (don’t break the code)

[verse 2: yo gotti]
moneybagg, moneybagg
hold up, let me set the record straight
i am the king, ain’t got to hate
every n-gga ’round me done ate
[?] k!llin’ n-ggas, yellow tape
that other n-gga is just a mini-me
i watched his interviews, don’t like his energy
only d’usse, not the hennessy
ooh, pulled up in a half a million dollar car like f-ck these n-ggas
when you twenty million dollars up, you don’t be studying n-ggas
i’m the plug, recruiter
a city of shooters
rip to young trulla (j-money)
every mob in my city mobbin’
every n-gga in my city robbin’
i make fast cash from glad bags
in the kitchen duffle bag, gang gang
young n-gga from the city, got heart, draco bangin’
them my lil n-ggas and them
and they’ll go hittin’ them, hittin’ them
them the three letters (cmg)
cmg, they under my leadership
and this sh-t 2 federal, for real

- moneybagg yo yo gotti lyrics

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