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Couldn't Do You
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Couldn't Do You was released on September 28, 2010 by Uprising Records as a part of the album Ready, Fire, Aim!
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Release DateSeptember 28, 2010
LabelUprising Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T. Mills
T. Mills
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Mills
T. Mills
Songwriter
Khris Lorenz
Khris Lorenz
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, it's Millie man
Don't hate on me
'Cause I'm your girlfriends favorite, YF
[Verse 2]
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do, whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you
[Verse 3]
I'm clearing shit up on these verses
Haters get nervous
When they see my picture in their girlfriends' purses
I'm confident, not a cocky dude
They talk shit, I'm still making moves
I'm leadin' 'em, they in the group
I'm beatin' 'em, they bound to lose
[Verse 4]
Watch me like a TV, speechless when you see me
You bought swag, I cop for free
I'm the real deal, you a wannabe
My life is like a movie, girls all act like groupies
I got my favs, that's all I need
Fuck the world, the world can't fuck me
[Verse 5]
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do, whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you
[Verse 6]
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do, whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you
[Verse 7]
I'm sharper than the knife I cut my steak with (Steak with)
You soft like fruit, go eat a grape, bitch
You ain't gotta say it, 'cause I know that I'm great, bitch
I don't got a job, but you, you work the grave shift
I get high and pay no mind to people talking outta line
I ain't lying, I feel fine
You hate on wine, I date dimes, I get mine
It's my time you're minutes late
You see me, I'll do copy paste
Swagger jackin' lames need to get the fuck out my face
[Verse 8]
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do, whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you
[Verse 9]
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do, whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you
[Verse 10]
I'm doin' this rap shit, till I bash it
My last shit, I surpassed it
I killed it, it's in a casket
These adjectives are drastic
So put 'em in the ground, like six feet down
And if they unaware, they all finna know now
[Verse 11]
See this hate has been poppin' up, it just makes me feel popular
It gets my profit up, I don't give a fuck if I'm hip hop enough
For whatever they talking about it's blocked out
Even with the top down, with your chick's top down
[Verse 12]
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do, whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you
[Verse 13]
I don't have to listen to what you gotta say
I do, I do, whatever I want to
You bite my style, so tell me how it really tastes
I knew, I knew, you couldn't just do you
Written by: Khris Lorenz, T. Mills
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