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Gucci Mane - I Cant Lyrics

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I Can't by Gucci Mane [Intro: Southside & *Future*]
Southside
*If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you*
[Verse 1]
Let me just say this out the gate
I’m the nigga everybody love to hate
I’m the hustler every stripper wanna date
But I just wanna cut a check ‘cus I can’t wait
Most of these rappers groupies and I can’t relate
Stay in line ‘fore this chopper get you scr*ped
I got a problem, I’mma say it to your face
And f**k your bottom, I’mma shoot you in your face
[Hook]
They want me to apologize, but I can’t
You can talk about homicides, but I can’t
You pillow-talking to these b**ches, but I can’t
You niggas snitchin’ on your partners, but I can’t
You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can’t
You might get turned the other cheek, but I can’t
You suckers rockin’ fake jewelry, but I can’t
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can’t
[Verse 2]
Oh that’s your girl? That’s your world, I’m with her tonight
A rich nigga smilin’ [?] It’s so pearly white
It’s the burr (burr burr burr) rockin’ fur tonight
On my [?] to the floor, call me sir tonight
Think what you wanna think, but you can’t break a bank, fool
Can’t let a nigga go, she know I keep her bank full
She wanna start a home with me, but I can’t
She think that I’m her cup of tea, but I ain’t
See, I’m the type to think her sh*t doesn’t stink
The new ice cream has to compete without the tank
Fresh out the boat, but she’s a freaky, not a saint
A stowaway, so I’mma make her walk the plank
[Hook]
They want me to apologize, but I can’t
You can talk about homicides, but I can’t
You pillow-talking to these b**ches, but I can’t
You niggas snitchin’ on your partners, but I can’t
You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can’t
You might get turned the other cheek, but I can’t
You suckers rockin’ fake jewelry, but I can’t
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can’t
[Verse 3]
I’m on that rich nigga sh*t, I drop some bread on that b**ch
All these stones, man you’d think we’re [?] in this b**ch
I done shown this b**ch so much, that I got scared of this b**ch
She done seen so many memes I might go [?] as a snitch
I need a mistress, the type to give me head ’til she sick
I told her, “please stop sucking on me”, I was begging the b**ch
I was worth like half a million when I came in this sh*t
I’m a eight figure nigga now, I’m trained for this sh*t
Back to all these walks on [?], I look like [?] in this b**ch
My life’s a documentary, I feel like Game in this sh*t
So many of my partners turned [?] I’m so ashamed of my clip
But I can’t never be a snitch, I’m too attrained for this sh*t
[Hook]
They want me to apologize, but I can’t
You can talk about homicides, but I can’t
You pillow-talking to these b**ches, but I can’t
You niggas snitchin’ on your partners, but I can’t
You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can’t
You might get turned the other cheek, but I can’t
You suckers rockin’ fake jewelry, but I can’t
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can’t