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CAN'T SAY NO
K-Trap
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I just picked you up from Pilates
Got them orange bags on the car seat
You know that I ain't gonna say no if you ask me
But you ain't even wore the shit I bought you last week
When you got comfortable, you got so nasty (nasty)
But when they see you out, you look so classy (classy)
You know the answer every time you ask me
I'll blow a mill' on her, don't put it past me
I get the door when we pull up to the stores
'Cause you said you're just a girl, and your second name's Kelly or Chanel
Into fashion, I can tell, I see the Miu Miu on your jeans
Lookin' pretty, and I see you got them Rickys on your feet
Is there somethin' I should know, or somewhere we should go?
Runnin' errands and that Casi' got you scoped
Date night in Carbone, then we're flyin' somewhere none of them can go (nah)
Got that shit on, you was only runnin' up the road (huh)
Going crazy in Bottega and YSL
Pucci for your dresses and a necklace to try as well
Her dresses are five as well, nails and your lashes are done
No beat done, beachfront, catching the sun
I just picked you up from Pilates
Got them orange bags on the car seat
You know that I ain't gonna say no if you ask me
But you ain't even wore the shit I bought you last week
When you got comfortable, you got so nasty (nasty)
But when they see you out, you look so classy (classy)
You know the answer every time you ask me
I'll blow a mill' on her, don't put it past me
Fresh up out the shower, she put on her serum (yeah)
She fuck with 29, we turn your rials to dirhams (yeah)
Crocodile tears, crocodile bags (whoa)
She said I'm only goin' dinner, you gave me five stacks (whoa)
New bine in town, I'm shoppin' with a lalo
Designer'd you down, the staff, they all thought you was mulatto (facts)
In the trap now, cookin' coca like I'm Pablo
Rockstar, but I'm in the building with the Narcos
Transparency is how I value you
Ain't tryna tear you down, I'm tryna add to you
Got you in the gym, I wan' see abs on you
But I fuck with both, I like a little fat on you
I ain't stalkin' you but I keep tabs on you
Fucked her real good, she turned irrational
I just picked you up from Pilates
Got them orange bags on the car seat
You know that I ain't gonna say no if you ask me
But you ain't even wore the shit I bought you last week
When you got comfortable, you got so nasty (nasty)
But when they see you out, you look so classy (classy)
You know the answer every time you ask me
I'll blow a mill' on her, don't put it past me