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Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck Send me a bottle, you still won't It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck NBA draft and you still can't fuck You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck Call me a slut and you still won't You still can't You still won't And you still can't Fuck Fuck these niggas and fuck these bitches like, bruh, I'm wildin' I'm not on Bumble, I'm not on Raya Can't get no neck with no back, you ain't Khia Upsettin' these bitches like cookinwitkya All these emotions, it's not that serious City girls up, boys on they deriod I think it's cute, I think it's hilarious And no, I don't text back, he say he in love, go get a tat Yeah, now niggas know I talk back, yeah, these niggas know that I'm that Yeah, these niggas know what it is, all these hoes know I'm they bitch Candace Owens somewhere pissed, kiss my what? Nigga, get bent Letras de cancionesSis, what are you bringing to the table? I'm not bringing nothing to the table, baby, sprinkle, sprinkle Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck Send me a bottle, you still won't It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck NBA draft and you still can't fuck You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck Call me a slut and you still won't You still can't You still won't And you still can't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha) Fuck Said, cocaine in his Hanes underwear Everybody in here know what's under there Good credit and some glass skin He goals, hobbies, and a passion With an accent and his eyes knock you off your axis All the members' clubs he got access to Cook, clean, and no bad tattoos But he ain't hittin' it when Jesus return He ain't hittin' it with mommy issues He ain't hittin' if it meant that I would have to let him hit it too and comment issues Wouldn't let him hit to stop a missile "Just the tip," okay, I'll cut it off Beg for pussy, then I cut him off Ain't none of my clothes comin' off (And you still won't) Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck Send me a bottle, you still won't (Still won't) It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck (You won't hit) NBA draft and you still can't fuck You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Call me a slut and you still won't (Yeah, Lizzie) From Letras Mania