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Testo I Can Not - Dave East

Testo della canzone I Can Not (Dave East), tratta dall'album P2

Gangster

Gangster

Five bands fresh up out the cage, no cut walking out the court

Fuck the judge, we got shit you could snort

I heard you take back everything that you bought

If you was my cellmate, shit we would've fought

Yeah I got felonies, yeah I was sellin' tree

Black told me whip that shit up with a fork

This money comin', what the fuck is you tellin' me?

Now I'm just shoppin' out Beverly Hills

I got pills, tell me what is you sellin' me?

I know you make up with jealousy

I'm just chillin' where felons be

I'm lightin' cookies and celery

Only wit niggas I know going to hell with me

Burn in that fire for all we done done

Only keep medical all in my blunt

I got some pills and y'all could get one

I got some hoes, if I call they gon' come

We up in the mansion, we all from the slums

I had a dream I was talkin' to Pun

I told him I just had a talk with his son

I told him his father was part of the sum

My man just called me, he got caught with a gun

Pray to God, ain't no bodies on it

Tried to sell it, ain't nobody want it

See a corner, ain't nobody on it

I can make it mine by the mornin'

Tres, nickels, dimes, and them quarters

Gotta check the line for informants

You ain't even signed, you recordin'

Talkin' to the swine since they caught him

When they said that time you was talkin'

Better off residin' in a coffin

I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make

(I cannot see it)

I was just trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (Facts)

I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that chains you got on that look fake

(Bang bang)

I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste

(Ahh!)

I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make

(I can't see it)

I was just trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (Trappin')

I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that chains you got on that look fake

(Can't trust it)

I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste

(Ahh!)

Listen, I been drinkin' Rose so long,

So this year I'll do nothin' but Ace (Ace)

When BIG died, Harlem World dropped,

I swear I listen to nothin' but Ma$e (Murder)

They talk behind my back all the time

But never say nothin' up to my face (Never)

I jump out the Wraith with the homie

These diamonds they jump out the face of the Rollie

She textin' my phone like she naked and horny

And I ain't got time, got a plane in the mornin'

I'm high off some shit, I don't know what they call it

They gave me a number but I'm never callin' it

And we make a movie anywhere that we walkin'

Anyway we livin' the shit you just talkin' it

Better pay attention who you been talkin' with

I told LV I won't stop til we all get rich

Hoppin' in something I'm good with my marketin'

You ain't got it, you ain't got it, no bargainin'

Block the number, guarantee she gon' call again

Heads always turn around when we walkin' in

Money comin', I could ball like a tournament

I ain't got it, if you need it, I'll order it

This designer shit, I wasn't affordin' it

Public housing, where them cameras recordin' shit

I don't give a fuck as long as my daughter rich

Catch you in the store, have the whole corner lit

Early morning in the lobby we loiterin'

I think AI was a Hoya then

That's back when I couldn't afford the rent

Life is a bitch, so enjoy it then

Look at my neck you wonder where that water went

Money to get and I swear I want all of it

I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make

(I cannot see it)

I was just trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (Facts)

I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that chains you got on that look fake

(Bang bang)

I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste

(Ahh!)

I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make

(I can't see it)

I was just trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (Trappin')

I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that chains you got on that look fake

(Can't trust it)

I had a talk with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste

(Ahh!)

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Writer(s): Andre Atkins, Dave East
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