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Bred Boy Diesel & Rocko - Can’t Relate (Official Music Video)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gentle Beatz
Gentle Beatz
Composer
Darrell Williams Jr
Darrell Williams Jr
Songwriter
Rodney Hill Jr.
Rodney Hill Jr.
Songwriter
Antonio "GucciTonii" Holman
Antonio "GucciTonii" Holman
Arranger

Lyrics

Real ****, man Gettin' this money, ****, ain't no middleman, **** I'm the source, **** What the fuck goin' on with me? Bitch, I'm too official I'm really gettin' money, ain't no monkey in the middle I'm puttin' **** on it, you can't find a **** that realer That country ****, I just like to smoke and ride for realer You talk behind my back, y'all **** sweeter than McRibber We gettin' rich, I was always gettin' them bad from the bank My pluggy, God don't trust, he send them bowls to the ace I'm really fuckin' steppin', bitch, I might just move a case Bad bro, shit, I'm sorry, but your boy just can't relate Don't like to follow order, bitch, I been a leader Big ****, I like to light my spliff and drink no margarita If it ain't bout the money, don't you call my phone either Tickin' time bomb, don't give me a fuckin' reason When you gettin' that kinda money, shit can get frustrating Feelin' kinda free, emancipation, proclamation Don't really eatin' up, you know I got that shit bakin' Got a couple whips, I guess that's why the key hangs I'm too official, don't really get any money Ain't no monkey in the middle I'm puttin' **** on it, you can't find a **** that realer That country ****, I just like to smoke and ride for realer You talk behind my back, y'all **** sweeter than McRibber We gettin' rich, I was always gettin' them bad from the bank My pluggy, God don't trust, he send them bowls to the ace I'm really fuckin' steppin', bitch, I might just move a case Bad bro, shit, I'm sorry, but your boy just can't relate Put my ego to the side, real hustle, ain't got no pride To protect and defend my family, only time I ever lie Stay the same when you can't see me, I'm a real one, no facade Stand up, God, only time I'm on my knee when I pray to God If I'm wrong, fool, let me know, I'ma take that on the chin It don't matter who run the ball, don't care which score we all gon' win My sister from another, Mr. Brother from another Mother shit go bad, they hit my phone and vice-versa, we fuck each other We can fuck with them, I don't fuck with them, but I'm all the fucker You my n****a, don't give no damn, they better not touch it I'm from the A, I sold them B's, see all the D's is for the low Spread the work out with the family, hit the road I'm too official, don't really get any money, ain't no monkey in the middle I'm puttin' n****s on it, you can't find a n****a that realer That country n****a, I just like to smoke and ride for realer You talk behind my back, y'all n****s sweeter than McRibber We gettin' rich, I was always gettin' them bad from the base My pluggy, God don't trust, he send them bowls to the ace I'm really fuckin' steppin', bitch, I might just move her case Bad bro, shit, I'm sorry, but your boy just can't relate
Written by: Darrell Williams Jr, Gentle Beatz, Rodney Hill Jr.
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