I Cant Lyrics by Foxy Brown

I Cant Lyrics

    [intro]
    Uh, y'know, uh, boogie brown, uh
    How you expect me to love you, nigga
    Can't even trust you, uh

    So he played you, right?
    Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?
    Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right
    And the last you seen was his car break lights

    He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl
    Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl
    And let no playin' nigga rule your world and screw you girl

    I got 'em hatin' me, i throws the pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me
    Basically, nigga's game a lie, so bet i game back
    And make the nigga' think that i came alive
    And i change the plot, when we was at jacob
    That chain was hot, is he on or what?
    Nigga cop the broach in the double r
    And you got the notes, so i know you not broke, nigga

    [total & foxy]
    1 - (i ain't fuckin' wit' you)
    I can't rock with you no more
    (you and your bullshit)
    (how can i love you)
    (can't even trust you)

    (i ain't fuckin' wit' you)
    I can't rock with you no more
    (cut the bullshit)
    (how can i love you
    (can't even trust you)

    I got 'em mad at fox, 'fore i let a nigga just stab the box
    I gotta have some rocks, even then
    All i do is get they asses high, then i ask them
    When was the last time you had some twat?
    Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down
    Shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
    By the way baby boy, would you like a taste?

    Let me tell you what i need on those license plates
    "property of mohogany brown", standin' knock-kneed
    On the balcony while you knock me down
    Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off?
    Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls
    The next nigga copin' me bags straight from dior
    Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta milan
    And i'm about that money, no need to pretend
    Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend

    Repeat 1

    You got as much, you game's y'all
    And i can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars
    Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself
    Can you give me mo', then i'm holding myself
    I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick
    I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit
    Had the next bitch layed up in my six?
    Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick?

    I'm what a nigga would love to have
    Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass
    Nice attitude, even though i'm ice bad
    He was still quite fast, you like the wife style
    Cuz you know that i come out ready to dumb out
    In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas
    And i ain't goin' front, i'm about my end, so
    Holla at me when you ready to spend

    Repeat 1
    Repeat 1

    [total]
    I can't rock you, no more
    Say it again, say it again

    I can't rock you, no more
    Say it again, say it again
    Say it again, say it again

    I can't rock you, no more
    I can't rock you, no more
    Say it again, say it again
    Say it again, say it again

    I can't rock with you no more
    Say it again, say it again
    I can't rock with you no more
    Say it again, say it again
    I can't rock with you no more

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