Can’t Stand You lyrics

Ole broke ass b*tch I can’t stand this ole broke ass b*tch (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
Just f*ck with me real quick, you feel me

Can't stand this ole broke ass b*tch I can’t stand this ole broke ass b*tch (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)

I can’t stand this broke b*tch she always on my nerves
Pulled up to her crib and she had all my sh*t on the curb
Talkin ‘bout she caught nights cheatin’, b*tch you got yo nerve
Still f*ckin’ with that lame n*gga, thought he was for the birds
I ain’t even trippin, time will time and I’ma wait my turn
I would let you hit this lil doobie but yo nails ‘gon burn
Told you I’ma set the b*tch straight like she just got a perm
Sign a contract to be my b*tch, you gotta read the terms
Told you n*ggas, hate eleven thousand, you ain’t gone never learn
I talk a lot of sh*t up on these tracks, I got a way with words
I get it out the mud, this n*gga waitin’ on a tax return
I love this lil b*tch, just like ? love that saxophone
Out witcho dirty ass friends, you can’t text my phone?
Pull up where you at and you get snatched up by yo collarbone
I ain’t finna leave this dice game ‘til my money gone
b*tch gettin’ me hit up on the dice b*tch get off my phone
Ole broke ass b*tch I can’t stand this ole broke ass b*tch (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)

Can't stand this ole broke ass b*tch I can’t stand this ole broke ass b*tch (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)