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letra de can't do it (feat. jay ant, d.bledsoe) - erk tha jerk

d-mn, i love my b-tches
but i don’t know why ‘cause i don’t trust these b-tches
they don’t know, can’t do it
they don’t know, can’t do it
d-mn, i love my b-tches
but i don’t know why ‘cause i don’t trust these b-tches
they don’t know, can’t do it
they don’t know, can’t do it

it’s dough for split it realer
haters can’t see me like a tinted window
upon the shotgun, rolling up the endo
break the weed down on your whack demo
face in the pillow, girl, -ss up, can’t do in a man truck
fly, i don’t have much
baby so big might throw a band up
get your credit card and your phone bill ran up
top it all on me well you just f-cked with the homie
left her unattended, she home alone, have a colleague
get it down like a scully, just keep it right on the tummy
she eat it up like a jelly, i’m like uh, got it on tape
lying at the gate, hating -ss n-gga wishing i was in his place
my life is a movie, n-gga, better bring a date
she cake it like her birthday party with a plate

put my trust in a b-tch, never
these f-ggot b-tches be changing up like the weather
look, i’m fly, no feather
b-tch i rock like feller, i ride around town with that four …
n-gga, f-ck that b-tch, n-gga, f-ck that hoe
same old b-tch used to be on the phone
look, they ask why i don’t love these b-tches
i’m like h-ll no, can’t do it
no ice on the chain, it’s golden, she got her pay just to f-ck, i’m a hoe, n-gga
i don’t want her but i can manage
whip her 24, watch her crawl like a tarantula
always keep a hundred grand with a b-tch, uh boy, i go bad on a b-tch
always keep a hundred grand with a b-tch, uh boy, i go bad on a b-tch

these b-tches ain’t sh-t but i ain’t neither
on top of that i’m a liar and a cheater
cut ‘em like cleavage, the hoes love reefer
add it to her leaf -ss, cheater, she meet us
eat it, leave it to fever, black and white
mix b-tches is my appet-te, so wet, legend of the ball
b-tch, get a cliff hanger, climb the bedroom wall
some much sh-t i ball sh-t, bouncing on my b-lls
l!ck the ink on my belly, bout to tie me on the drawers
f-ck laws, we k!lling so much p-ssy in the back seat
that’s manslaughter bury so d-mn deep
stamina of an athlete, running them like a track meat
in vegas where the cash be, other n-ggas is cash creek
slide my peace through her -ss sheets, doing numbers like a mad beak, godd-mn it

- erk tha jerk

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