Erk Tha Jerk – Can’t Do It Lyrics
Artist: Erk Tha Jerk
Song: Can’t Do It
(“b#tch”)
Yo, uh (“b#tch”)
Damn, i love my b#tches
But i don’t know why ’cause i don’t trust these b#tches, huh
(“b#tch”)
Hell nah, can’t do it
Hell nah, can’t do it, huh (“b#tch”)
Damn, i love my b#tches
But i don’t know why ’cause i don’t trust these b#tches, huh
(“b#tch”)
Hell nah, can’t do it
Hell nah, can’t do it (“b#tch”)
Hit the store for a splitarillo
Haters can’t see me like a tinted window
My potna shotgun, rolling up the indo
Break the weed down on your wack demo
Face in the pillow, girl, #ss up
Came through in her man truck
Fly, i don’t have much
Baby so thick, might throw a band up
Get your credit card and your phone bill ran up (“b#tch”)
Jumping all on me but used to f#ck with the homie
Left her unattended, she home alone like macaulay
Get me down with the skully, skeeted right on her tummy
She eat it up like it’s yummy, i’m like, uh
Got it on tape, lying at the gate
Hating #ss n#gg# wishing i was in his place
My life is a movie, n#gg#, better bring a date
She cakey like a birthday party, where the plate? ah (“b#tch”)
Damn, i love my b#tches
But i don’t know why ’cause i don’t trust these b#tches, huh
(“b#tch”)
Hell nah, can’t do it
Hell nah, can’t do it, huh (“b#tch”)
Damn, i love my b#tches
But i don’t know why ’cause i don’t trust these b#tches, huh
(“b#tch”)
Hell nah, can’t do it
Hell nah, can’t do it (“b#tch”)
Put my trust in a b#tch, nuh-uh, never (never)
These faggot b#tches be changing up like the weather
Look, i’m fly, no feather
b#tch i rock like feller
Yeah, i ride around town with that four-fifth ever
n#gg#, f#ck that b#tch, n#gg#, f#ck that ho (f#ck that ho)
Same old b#tch used to be on the ‘4
Look, they ask why i don’t love these b#tches
I’m like, hell nah (hell nah), i can’t do it (can’t do it) (“b#tch”)
No ice on the chain, just gold, n#gg# (just gold, n#gg#)
She gotta pay just to f#ck, i’m a ho, n#gg# (i’m a ho)
I don’t love hoes but i can manage ’em
Whip on twenty-fours, watch it crawl like a tarantula
Always keep it hundred grand with a b#tch (with a b#tch)
Rude boy, i go bad on a b#tch (bad on a b#tch)
Look, always keep it hundred grand with a b#tch (with a b#tch)
Rude boy, i go bad on a b#tch, look (“b#tch”)
Damn, i love my b#tches
But i don’t know why ’cause i don’t trust these b#tches, huh
(“b#tch”)
Hell nah, can’t do it
Hell nah, can’t do it, huh (“b#tch”)
Damn, i love my b#tches
But i don’t know why ’cause i don’t trust these b#tches, huh
(“b#tch”)
Hell nah, can’t do it
Hell nah, can’t do it (“b#tch”)
These b#tches ain’t sh#t but i ain’t either
On top of that, i’m a liar and a cheater
Cut ’em like cleavers, the hoes love reefer
Attitude, leave fast, cheat her, she meet us
Eat her, leave it to beaver, black and white
(black and white, black and white)
Mixed b#tches is my appetite
So wet, legend of the fall
b#tch, get a cliffhanger, climb the bedroom wall (“b#tch”)
So much head, i ball, chick bouncing on my balls
Lick the ink on my belly by the “tommy” on my drawers
f#ck laws, we killing so much p#ss# in the back seat
That’s manslaughter, bury so damn deep
Stamina of an athlete, running them like a track meat
In vegas where the cash be, other n#gg#s is cache creek
Uh, slide my pieces through her #ss checks
Doing numbers like a math geek, g#dd#mn it (“b#tch”)
Damn, i love my b#tches
But i don’t know why ’cause i don’t trust these b#tches, huh
(“b#tch”)
Hell nah, can’t do it
Hell nah, can’t do it, huh (“b#tch”)
Damn, i love my b#tches
But i don’t know why ’cause i don’t trust these b#tches, huh
(“b#tch”)
Hell nah, can’t do it
Hell nah, can’t do it (“b#tch”)
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From the album:
Free Erk [Explicit]
Release Year: 2013
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