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47 פילים - CANT HELP MYSELF Lyrics



47 פילים - CANT HELP MYSELF Lyrics
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[ Featuring Fyelow ]

I put ice around her, now you shinin', why the f*ck you cryin'
I can't win for losing, I've been tryin' to make improvements
If it weren't no money in this rap, I'd probably still do it
Know I'm strapped like, why the f*ck you ask? You ain't no interviewer
I can't help myself, I see a bad bitch and shoot my shot
She like, why I ain't say love you back? Cause bitch, I love you not
If I say I'm with my Rollie, that just mean I'm on the clock
I can't never change fasho, yeah, that's my bro, like Zack and Cody
I might pop out with that pole, like I'm AB put that shit on eem
She ain't go when I was broke, but now I'm up, I don't even want her
I'm so up, bitch, she got stuck, I'm knotted up, I'm gettin' swolen
Pockets they so deep, you open that bitch up, might hear the ocean
I ain't close to where I'm goin', but I'm far from where I came from
Ask me how it's goin', I just tell him, this shit goin' up
I can do it all, they still gon' act like I don't do enough
I can't help myself, she let me in that club, I shoot it up
I can't help myself because the Taylor Port done got me crazy
Usually I beat, delete, but tonight you might have my baby
Shit, I'm wildin', tweakin, geekin', I'm just bein' honest
All these niggas is my sons, but you ain't know just like, Adonis
My lil' babe October 10th, she never pay for rent
Versace fragrance got me bent because I love the scent
I only drive from A to B because I need some tints
Religious girl ask bout my hoes, I gave em up for Lent
I can't help myself, you see the fabric its goin' stupid
Smokin' Vin Diesel, FEMA hit my phone, like polluting
Please don't hit my phone, like what you on, you tryna track my movements
City hot as hell, but you can't tell because I'm always coolin
I be pushin' P, you sellin' dreams, oh okay you Ja-Rulin'
I done taught you everything you know, lil' baby, you a student
I love a humble bitch that know the right time to be bougie
Camera up, directors cut, this shit too much to make the movies
I can't help myself, man, I really hate all y'all niggas
If somebody needed a bitch ass nigga, then I would call y'all niggas
I'm really pullin niggas card just like I take attendance
How you broke as hell, but in the club?
Man, let me mind my business
Sometimes I overstep, I need a line of scrimmage
Money makes the business, but your character define the image
I a never tell on shit, even if they find a witness
Wait my turn until I know she done then it's my time to finish
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I put ice around her, now you shinin', why the f*ck you cryin'
I can't win for losing, I've been tryin' to make improvements
If it weren't no money in this rap, I'd probably still do it
Know I'm strapped like, why the f*ck you ask? You ain't no interviewer
I can't help myself, I see a bad bitch and shoot my shot
She like, why I ain't say love you back? Cause bitch, I love you not
If I say I'm with my Rollie, that just mean I'm on the clock
I can't never change fasho, yeah, that's my bro, like Zack and Cody
I might pop out with that pole, like I'm AB put that shit on eem
She ain't go when I was broke, but now I'm up, I don't even want her
I'm so up, bitch, she got stuck, I'm knotted up, I'm gettin' swolen
Pockets they so deep, you open that bitch up, might hear the ocean
I ain't close to where I'm goin', but I'm far from where I came from
Ask me how it's goin', I just tell him, this shit goin' up
I can do it all, they still gon' act like I don't do enough
I can't help myself, she let me in that club, I shoot it up
I can't help myself because the Taylor Port done got me crazy
Usually I beat, delete, but tonight you might have my baby
Shit, I'm wildin', tweakin, geekin', I'm just bein' honest
All these niggas is my sons, but you ain't know just like, Adonis
My lil' babe October 10th, she never pay for rent
Versace fragrance got me bent because I love the scent
I only drive from A to B because I need some tints
Religious girl ask bout my hoes, I gave em up for Lent
I can't help myself, you see the fabric its goin' stupid
Smokin' Vin Diesel, FEMA hit my phone, like polluting
Please don't hit my phone, like what you on, you tryna track my movements
City hot as hell, but you can't tell because I'm always coolin
I be pushin' P, you sellin' dreams, oh okay you Ja-Rulin'
I done taught you everything you know, lil' baby, you a student
I love a humble bitch that know the right time to be bougie
Camera up, directors cut, this shit too much to make the movies
I can't help myself, man, I really hate all y'all niggas
If somebody needed a bitch ass nigga, then I would call y'all niggas
I'm really pullin niggas card just like I take attendance
How you broke as hell, but in the club?
Man, let me mind my business
Sometimes I overstep, I need a line of scrimmage
Money makes the business, but your character define the image
I a never tell on shit, even if they find a witness
Wait my turn until I know she done then it's my time to finish
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Writer: Tyler Ashley, Jordan Gavins
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Performed By: 47 פילים
Featuring: Fyelow
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Tyler Ashley, Jordan Gavins

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