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I Cant Help It Lyrics - Artist : Duwap Kaine
I can't help but- (900)
I can't help but- I can't help it Bitch you can't touch my cup 'cause I'm selfish Smokin' that dope, and I know you can smell that Tell you street shit, you better not go tell that Holla at yo' bitch, and she yelled back How you smoke that shit? You can't sell that Fuck them Adderalls, where the percs at? She love me, she say I look better in person I gave her that dick, she cursin' [?] then wrote it in cursive I can tell when your pockets hurtin' Benihibachi, how I'm servin' (I can't help but) Reach for that flame, and make 'em nervous I cut her up, he had no purpose Remix the song, make my version High lurk on this block, I'm the lurkman (I can't help but) Came from the block, yeah the dirt man Nobody feel me, and it hurt, man Going through shit, I just skrrt, man Need a painkiller, so just call a yerk man (I can't help but) Wake up them birds, they chirp, man Two cup shawty, I'm sippin' that syrup, man She said that I'm different, so I just say, "And?" She said "You unique and I roll with you man" (I can't help but) This her birthday so she makin' plans You can plan to come talk 'bout my mans Go to LA and chill with Kankan Each day I wake up, you know I expand (I can't help but) Smoke that dope, it ain't never enough Up that gas, does he think that he tough? If I up, I ain't callin' a bluff Hollow tips hit him like a turkey, he got stuffed (I can't help but) My pockets are fat, Mrs. Puff Her pussy tight, like a bad officer with handcuffs Fucked that bitch, and she likin' it rough My childhood man, that shit it was rough (I can't help but) Still got hollow tips, fuck if you buff In Detroit, with diamonds on my bluffs Smoke the strain, I don't care if it's diss Smoke the strain, I don't care if it got a lil' fluff (I can't help but) From the south, so I'm throwin' it up She throw 4's, so I'm beatin' it up Why you ask? I got lean in my- (Uh, uh) Why you askin'? You know I got lean in these two double cups (I can't help but) New York bitch do her dance she get- (Uh) She get sturdy, she fucking it up I pull up, to this lil' bitch house 'Fore I fuck, let me pull my things up (I can't help but) 'Fore I fuck, let me pull my chains up Okay, and now she get naked Okay, and now she get freaky Forever a freak, Tony, free Leaky (I can't help but) So high, I ain't even reached my peaky Runnin' from the dip, she hide and seeking I hop on that bitch, get her tweaking Big .45, that bitch getting hitten (I can't help but) You put a bag on my head, but I missed it You caught a bounty, but it feel like you didn't Everyday, it's a GTA mission Catch an opp, how the fuck is he missin'? (I can't help but) Fire, fire (Damn) Fire, fire, fire, fire (900) I can't help but Up this Glock, but can't diss on the dead Up this Glock, but can't diss-, up this Glock, but can't diss on the dead (I can't help but) Up this Glock, but can't diss on the dead Up this Glock, but can't diss-, up this Glock, but can't diss on the dead |
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