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Artiste : Blaatina
Titre : I Can
I do what I want, you do what you can
I just want this money, I don´t want your mans
Fuck hair ties, I want rubber bands
I´m having big dreams and I got big plans
Keep it a hundred, keep it a band

Only real niggas gon´ know what I´m sayin´
Fuck what you talkin´, you know I ain´t playin´
You know I ain´t playin´

What are you sayin´? you´re not talkin´ bags
Broke with designer, you goin´ out sad
He hopped in my DM´s, don´t know why you mad
You not ´bout that life so why do you brag?
You not havin´ shit so why are you flexin´?
You don´t even bang so who are you pressin´?
You don´t want no pressure, I´m not even stressin´
Sick of you hoes, don´t sneeze but I´m blessing
Please don´t hit my phone if it ain´t about a check
Who you thought you was? you ain´t gettin´ no respect
You niggas dick ride like you ridin´ on a jet

Yo no [?] dinero, do you not comprehend
If you fuckin´ with the enemy then we can not be friends
There is only one of me, you hoes be actin´ like some twins
You need to worry ´bout your bag, why you worried ´bout them?
I´m here to hand you all this L ´cause I´m takin´ all the wins
Smokin´ big woods, you might just choke
You invisible to me, I ain´t talking no cloak
Steppin´ on your neck, I´m coming for your throat
For the opps in all black, you know I´m gon´ scope
Schooling all you bitches, y´all need to take notes
I´m a yes bitch, you lookin´ like a nope
Cook your niggas on the grill, do you really want smoke?

And if you sneak dissin´ all my hitters on go
I already came in first, I don´t see no competition
You talkin´ all that shit, you might just end up missin´
How you claimin´ that you real but you actin´ like a fraud?
Say you bookin´ all these shows, I ain´t hearin´ no applause
Ain´t got time for all the playing, leave you hoes on pause
Ten toes down, I ain´t never gon´ fall
All my hitters on go, you know they gon´ blow
I´m makin´ all the bread so you know I got the dough

I do what I want, you do what you can
I just want this money, I don´t want your mans

Fuck hair ties, I want rubber bands
I´m having big dreams and I got big plans
Keep it a hundred, keep it a band
Only real niggas gon´ know what I´m sayin´
Fuck what you talkin´, you know I ain´t playin´
You know I ain´t playin´