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Joyner Lucas ft. King OSF & Fabolous - Still Can't Love (official audio ADHD)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joyner Lucas
Joyner Lucas
Vocals
Fabolous
Fabolous
Vocals
King OSF
King OSF
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bunyan Monteiro
Bunyan Monteiro
Songwriter
Gary M Lucas Jr
Gary M Lucas Jr
Songwriter
John David Jackson
John David Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darkboy Santana
Darkboy Santana
Producer

Lyrics

She got a nice face, she got a nice body (Got a nice body) I still can't love her, still can't trust her, baby, I'm sorry (Baby, I'm sorry) I'll hold her down, if you don't got me Then I got me (Yeah, I got me) It's over now, so please don't call me Please don't find me (Please don't find me) Yeah, yeah, when I move on, you wanna stop me (Wanna stop me) On everything, girl, I'm a king, I think I'm Rodney (I think I'm Rodney) Ain't no fake love, only got real niggas around me (Real niggas around me) And all you care about is drinkin', gettin' sloppy You don't give a fuck about me She got a nice face, she got a nice body (She got a nice body, woo) I still can't love her, I still can't trust her Baby, I'm sorry (Girl, I'm sorry, buck, buck) When I'm off that Henny, I see double Feel like a zombie (Feel like a zombie, buck, buck) But we still don't ever slip, no movin' sloppy (No movin' sloppy) She wanna study all the tats all on my body (On my body) Somebody told her that my middle name Muhammad (Buck, buck) She thinkin' I'ma fake a love, say I ain't 'bout it (Buck, buck) I told her, baby, watch your mouth You better stop it (You better stop, yeah, yeah) All my life been sucker-free (Sucker-free) That's absurd None of these hoes are cuffin' me (Cuffin' me, ayy) That's my word And I heard money don't come from trees (Hey) But you can't hustle me Yeah, your ass look good in them jeans That don't mean too much to me (Buck, buck, buck) I need a lil' somethin' with a vibe (Vibe) Lil' somethin' with drive I know you wan' fuck all day Might try and make love to your mind I been tryin' get my mind right, ooh These hoes ain't my type, ooh She want that limelight, ooh She'll do anything for a Klondike, ooh (Buck, buck) What you gon' do for the pension? (Skrrt, skrrt) Way too tempted Tryin' get rich, get mentioned She'll do anything for attention She'll do anything for her interest How did you get so senseless? How did you get so foolish? How did you get so clueless? Pull up, I'm swervin', I'm whippin' it Car from the plug and it came with a brick in it (Brick in it) She ain't had to tell me that she wanna fuck I could see in her eyes she was diggin' it (Yeah) She said she could try, but it ain't gon' work 'Cause this just the life that was livin' in (Yeah) She tell me she don't give a fuck 'bout my past I told her, baby, mind your business She got a nice face, she got a nice body (She got a nice body, woo) I still can't love her, I still can't trust her Baby, I'm sorry (Girl, I'm sorry, buck, buck) When I'm off that Henny, I see double Feel like a zombie (Feel like a zombie, buck, buck) But we still don't ever slip, no movin' sloppy (No movin' sloppy) She wanna study all the tats all on my body (On my body) Somebody told her that my middle name Muhammad (Buck, buck) She thinkin' I'ma fake a love, say I ain't 'bout it (Buck, buck) I told her, baby, watch your mouth You better stop it (You better stop, yeah, yeah) It's like, it's like I still can't love See, that's what real pain does Oh yeah, I'm feelin' you, baby But what I feel ain't love (Feel ain't love) Yeah, I might tell you it's yours But nah, I still ain't hers And she just callin' you "daddy" Ain't know what your real name was (Real name was) Friends I feel changed up And shit I still think of Love got me mentally scarred Still tryna heal things up (Heal things up) We all started from the bottom, tryna build things up But it's some dudes who love to hate and that's some real strange love I know some real gangstas (Real gangstas) Niggas who still slang drugs (Still slang drugs) They got pills, can't bluff (Pills, can't bluff) But they ain't got no love (Got no love) And they ain't got no trust 'Cause those'll be your downfall (Downfall) Bro says, shawty bad Why you ain't keep her 'round, dawg? (Keep her 'round, dawg) Shawty say she bad, bad, she a bad bitch (Bad) She don't know the half, half, I'm a savage (Yeah, yeah) I just put the cash bag on a mattress (Yeah) I don't need it that bad, you can't have it (Have) Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids, run it, oh God Shawties did me dirty, now I got a cold heart (Yeah, yeah) Booty on point, kinda hard to say no But what you gon' bring to the fuckin' table? She got a nice face, she got a nice body (She got a nice body, woo) I still can't love her, I still can't trust her Baby, I'm sorry (Girl, I'm sorry, buck, buck) When I'm off that Henny, I see double Feel like a zombie (Feel like a zombie, buck, buck) But we still don't ever slip, no movin' sloppy (No movin' sloppy) She wanna study all the tats all on my body (On my body) Somebody told her that my middle name Muhammad (Buck, buck) She thinkin' I'ma fake a love, say I ain't 'bout it (Buck, buck) I told her, baby, watch your mouth You better stop it (You better stop, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): John Jackson, Gary Lucas Jr., Bunyan Monteiro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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