Foxy Brown - I Can'T lyrics

rate me

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, niggas game a lot, so bet I game back

And make the nigga think that I came a lot

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

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 hot, 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

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 might spaz

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

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