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letra de what we can do - div3s

[intro]
they so vain, i tell ’em this ain’t you (my n-gga, f-ck are you?)
without ’em, f-ck ’em, i tell ’em this ain’t new (i heard that you are new)
ain’t gon’ be trippin’ over some b-tch-ass dude (stop f-cking with this b-tch)
these n-ggas can’t do nothin’ that i can’t do (she ain’t no good for you)
they so vain, i tell ’em this ain’t you (nothing she says is true)
these n-ggas can’t do nothin’ that i can’t do (i ain’t hating, i’m just telling you)
that she can’t do, that he can’t do (she’s lying to the both of us)
that you can’t do, that we can’t do (so what are we gon’ do?)

[hook]
and n-gga, if i did it, i think you can too
without a f-ck, i told her this ain’t you
i ain’t gon’ be tripping over a b-tch like you
this n-gga can’t do nothing that i can’t do
you’re so vain, i told her “this ain’t you”
your n-gga can’t do nothing that i can’t do
i bet that i’m gon’ becomе like your weekend dude
bеcause your weekday dude is just a b-tch-ass dude
[verse 1]
my n-gga, you and me, we don’t see eye-to-eye
but that ain’t ’cause of me, my n-gga
i’m as surprised as you
that this b-tch over here is steady juggling guys
i’m steady blissfully ignorant, just believing her lies
my n-gga, she’s the one that wants to send me them pics
she’s tryna make me h-rny but she’s making me sick
i swear, i can’t believe i thought i want to marry this b-tch
now i want to bury this b-tch
kisame, double lariat, b-tch
my n-gga, see you and me, see now we really like brothers
be steady getting f-cked by a mutual lover
did she tell you the same thing that she first told me?
she said she a virgin, i find that hard to believe
if she’s up the duff, it could be mine, could be yours
it could be someone else’s, ’cause this b-tch is a wh0re
deep down you know she’s f-cking someone other than you
so if she gives you something, tell what are you gonna do, my n-gga?

[hook]
and n-gga, i got trapped, and this time it’s you
without a f-ck, i told her this ain’t you
i ain’t gon’ be tripping over a b-tch like you
this n-gga can’t do nothing that i can’t do
you’re so vain, i told her “this ain’t you”
your n-gga can’t do nothing that i can’t do
i bet that i’m gon’ become like your weekend dude
because your weekday dude is just a b-tch-ass dude
[verse 2]
now my n-gga, i know you are not a b-tch-ass guy
so stop f-cking with her, ’cause she’s only telling you lies
black and white are colours that mean nothing to her
because a lie is a lie, and she’s telling them all
my n-gga, i don’t know about you, but i quit
’cause i don’t have the patience to be dealing with this
i don’t have the f-cking time to be waiting all day for her to stop being a b-tch
so i’ll just go on my way
always walking and ended up lost
i ruined my trainers just stepping in mud
i don’t have single person left to trust
so i will just trust that there is a god
to pick me back up when i have fell down
and i’m turning all this coal in my pockets to diamonds
i trust in my instincts, it’s wiser than i
and it’s telling me “leave all these b-tches behind”
i wasn’t blind
it’s just that your darkness was shining too bright
it’s just that i couldn’t say anything to spare you your feelings
but now i am ready to fight
i’ve had it enough, up to here
so f-ck your feelings if leaving’s your fear
i’m almost ready to blow
and the fuse is with you, my dear
pardon me
[bridge]
don’t let ’em front you, they sayin’ you can’t move
without ’em, f-ck ’em, i tell ’em this ain’t new
we been some hustlers since it began, dude
ain’t gon’ be trippin’ over some b-tch-ass dude
they so vain, i tell ’em this ain’t you
you could get sensitive, but this sh-t ain’t true
these n-ggas can’t do nothin’ that i can’t do
that you can’t do, that we can’t do

[outro]
you love yourself too much
f-ckin’, more than me
when did you become a sl-t?
you’re f-cking more than me
just know, you weren’t my only one
you made me hate monogamy
every time we alone
i was thinking…”f-ck you!”
you moved on way too quick
like, “it’s cool, i’m seeing someone else”
baby, have a little empathy
you’re f-cking n-ggas up out here
tell me, should a real n-gga feel this way?
tell me, doesn’t everyone feel this way?
do what you gotta do
“franky, my dear, i don’t give a d-mn!”

- div3s

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