I Can`t lyrics

Artist  : Foxy Brown 
Song : I Can`t



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[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