Can't Express

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I can't express myself, don't know how to start
 That's why I'm double cupped up, I go to Mars
 Shawty was with me in the bando from the start
 Now we in the Phantom, lookin' at the stars
 When all this money came, these hoes played on me
 I remained the same nigga, so please don't change on me
 A lot of these hoes round a nigga, they be too fake
 'Cause a young nigga been hoppin' out that new Wraith
 All these problems got me drownin' in my codeine
 Double up, the birds got me trappin' out them four wings
 24 7, I just want you to be honest with me
 You protected 'cause I keep the 9 under me
 All them late night conversations in the loft
 Didn't had to tell you, you knew we was gonna ball
 But I've been havin' to explain to these hoes, gotta get off me
 VVS diamonds in your ring, no Charles Barkley (Ayy)
 I just got a number one rule, shawty don't lie to me
 If you want a bad bitch in the threesome, we can find her
 I'ma keep you flooded and on fleek in that designer
 You know we be chasin' that bag, I'm right behind her
 I can't express myself, don't know how to start
 That's why I'm double cupped up, I go to Mars
 Shawty was with me in the bando from the start
 Now we in the Phantom, lookin' at the stars
 When all this money came, these hoes played on me
 I remained the same nigga, so please don't change on me
 A lot of these hoes round a nigga, they be too fake
 'Cause a young nigga been hoppin' out that new Wraith
 Now that I got it, I ain't knowin' who to share it with
 Give you that 'Rari thing, horses on the carriages
 Get you red bottom boxes you don't know what pair this is
 Back shots, gotta hit it, high notes, Mariah Carey and shit
 I bought a white tee just to match it on your toenails, yeah
 I done paid full price on Chanel, this ain't no wholesale, yeah
 Me and shawty, street relationship goals yeah
 Whatever she needs, a nigga gotta be there for her
 She be dippin' that Range nigga, fuck a Explorer
 Gave her 10 racks just to blow in Sephora
 She want Dolce and Gabbana, she ain't fuckin' with Zara
 Thought we would be one night until a nigga got to know her
 I can't express myself
 Don't know how to start (Don't know how to start)
 That's why I'm double cupped up, I go to Mars (I go to Mars)
 Shawty was with me in the bando from the start
 Now we in the Phantom, lookin' at the stars
 When all this money came
 These hoes played on me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I remained the same nigga
 So please don't change on me (Change on me)
 A lot of these hoes round a nigga, they be too fake
 'Cause a young nigga been hoppin' out that new Wraith
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I can't express myself
 I can't express myself
 Yeah, yeah
 Yeah
 Keep that
 

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Duration
02:48
Key
10
Tempo
162 BPM

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