Couldn't Do You - T. Mills: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Couldn't Do You

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Couldn't Do You adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Uprising Records tarafından 28 Eylül 2010 tarihinde yayınlandıReady, Fire, Aim!

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümReady, Fire, Aim!

Çıkış Tarihi28 Eylül 2010

FirmaUprising Records

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM74

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

T. Mills

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

T. Mills

Songwriter

Khris Lorenz

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

[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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