Cant Help It
I can't help it I thought you was real but you selfish
Murder on my mind I feel like I'm Melvin
Niggas get locked and really start tellin
And that shit really crazy
Fuckin her good said she wanted my baby
Been on my grind don't got time for a baby
I'm knowing they envy I don't let it phase me
Can't trust nobody most of em fugazi
Upping the sitch if he moving too shady like
Yeah pour up the pint and that shit got me lazy like
Lil nigga you know thats on bro
Getting better the more I get old
Only eighteen but I know ima blow
I need me a mil ian trynna flip bows
But for now imma keep flipping bows
Really hoodrich if you know then you know
I cannot wife her if she was a hoe
These niggas be bugging these niggas hoes
I can't trust them if they move iffy
Everywhere I go I'm keeping a blicky
I cannot lack they gon have to go with me
Eli my brother got 50 for 50 yeah
You a dumbo, run up on me you get blocked Mutumbo
I'm in the club smoking on gumbo
Opps get smacked down no royal rumble
Getting this money but I still be humble yeah
Getting this money but I still be humble
I can't help it I thought you was real but you selfish
Murder on my mind I feel like I'm Melvin
Niggas get locked and really start tellin
And that shit really crazy
Fuckin her good said she wanted my baby
Been on my grind don't got time for a baby
I'm knowing they envy I don't let it phase me
Can't trust nobody most of them fugazi
Murder on my mind I feel like I'm Melvin
Niggas get locked and really start tellin
And that shit really crazy
Fuckin her good said she wanted my baby
Been on my grind don't got time for a baby
I'm knowing they envy I don't let it phase me
Can't trust nobody most of em fugazi
Upping the sitch if he moving too shady like
Yeah pour up the pint and that shit got me lazy like
Lil nigga you know thats on bro
Getting better the more I get old
Only eighteen but I know ima blow
I need me a mil ian trynna flip bows
But for now imma keep flipping bows
Really hoodrich if you know then you know
I cannot wife her if she was a hoe
These niggas be bugging these niggas hoes
I can't trust them if they move iffy
Everywhere I go I'm keeping a blicky
I cannot lack they gon have to go with me
Eli my brother got 50 for 50 yeah
You a dumbo, run up on me you get blocked Mutumbo
I'm in the club smoking on gumbo
Opps get smacked down no royal rumble
Getting this money but I still be humble yeah
Getting this money but I still be humble
I can't help it I thought you was real but you selfish
Murder on my mind I feel like I'm Melvin
Niggas get locked and really start tellin
And that shit really crazy
Fuckin her good said she wanted my baby
Been on my grind don't got time for a baby
I'm knowing they envy I don't let it phase me
Can't trust nobody most of them fugazi
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Writer(s): Dee Millz
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