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Correct I Can't Be Your Man Lyrics
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Correct I Can't Be Your Man
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Yeah, To the ladies, One mo' message from T.I.P., I represent every man in America, Naw,the world You wanna know what he what he Thinkin' bout when he ain't Talkin to you bout why he can't Be your man you sure you wanna know Here it is [Verse 1] My girl say I don't love her She say we just fuckin' Nothin' against you It's just that I hate tux She wanna toast with the Mo' and the ice Throwin' the rice Wake up with me for the rest of your life Ask me where I'm going,when I'comin back when I bounce Runnin her mouth, call herself the queen of the south Redecorate the crib throwin satin on the couch Catch me out adulteratin' takin' half of the house Well it ain't she don't deserve it Just I don't wanna give it The life she wanna live Shorty I don't wanna live it Makin' money shorty's missin' To all kind of digits From KeKe's to Chaniques's To Bianca's and Brigettes's Poppin' up unannouced, shorty call 'fore you visit Nothing about a number, mind your goddamn business Look bitch, some shit bout Tip won't change We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang [Chorus] I can't be your man It ain't you it's me, sorry shorty I can't be your man Where I been, I don't see no rings on these fingers I can't be your man Look to the future, find someone better than me I can't be your man You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty [Verse 2] Don't it seem like shit be cool for a month and a half All of a sudden you frontin' and showin your ass Complainin' bout what you got Shorty look what you had Before me, it was pull-out couches and Bilitant bags Now she mad cause she ain't got a T.V. in her Jag I tell you what if that ain't good enough get back on the bus Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what? Ungrateful wonderin' why I'm not faithful Ballin's all good but this shit is just wasteful Want me to pay your bills Help you get a bigger crib Shorty I don't mind helpin' But show some initiative Ain't brought nothin' to the table but hard times and heartache Do something, get on the grind for God's sake A reminder, rewind this message from your highness For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness [Chorus] I can't be your man I don't cheat cause I ain't shit, I'm cheatin' cause you aint shit I can't be your man Every time I walk in the house you sittin' on that goddamn couch You ain't got nothing better to do I can't be your man Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something Work with me I can't be your man Ay, pack you shit shorty, I'm droppin yo ass off at yo mami house Right now [Verse 3] One more scenario Bout another jazzy hoe That I met on the road After a show in Ontario Shorty say she got a man That don't really scare me though But she say he got a temper So, but what he jealous for Cause you told him you were cheatin Hell, well what you tell him for Shit, what that got to do with Tip You better let him know Now she want to let him go But what for So you can get with me and keep being a slut hoe I don't think so baby better stay where you at I'm no good for you Never mind the way that he act You got a kid and a crib with him What's better than that I'm in town for the week you better settle for that [End Chorus] I can't be your man I'm here for 4 days shorty, 4 days I can't change the world I can't be your man He don't treat you right? What that gotta do with me? I can't be your man He be cussin' you out and shit You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him? I can't be your man You ain't fend to bring that bullshit to me I don't want naan parts of it I can't be your man Look here man Get that shit out of my face Kick rocks I can't be your man I ain't fend to have nothing to do with it Their will be none of that round here I can't be your man Besides shorty you talk to much I can't deal with it I can't be your man You say you work where Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty Man look ay, I can't deal with it You got too much baggage with you man You and little, uh,uh,uh little Opus Cunningham Y'all kick rocks down the damn street I can't deal with it shorty N...,complain...,what..., you ain't got what? Shorty when I met you shorty you was barefooted Sittin' on the railroad track with some straw in yo mouth What the hell you complainin' about what you got now Wh-Wh-What nigga you got steak and eggs right here I'm sayin, what the business is? Get the hell out of here man Ay man you need to show me some appreciation round here You in the damn living room more than the muthafuckin' furniture shorty I can't deal with that shit man Get a damn job Do something for me Lazy bitch, All the bad bitches in the world and I had to hook up With the sorriest hoe in America Why don't you take the weight off my back every now and then Why don't you pay a bill 30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain't but 30 damn dollars shorty Why don't you change the..., flip the mattress Man wash some clothes, change a light bulb Goddamn shorty, I gotta do every thing round this sumabitch A lazy bitch, ain't nothing worse than a lazy bitch shorty wasted talent
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