Total - I Can't lyrics

[Intro] Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh How you expect me to love you, n***a Can't even trust you, uh So he played you, right? Shot a little game then he blazed you, right? Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right And the last you seen was his car brake lights He fooled you girl, p**y is power, let me school you girl Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl And let no playin' n***a rule your world and screw you girl I got 'em hatin' me, I throws the p**y down, keep 'em chasin' me Basically, n***as game a lot, so bet I game back And make the n***a think that I came a lot And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob That chain was hot, is he on or what? n***a copped the broach, and the double R And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, n***a [Total & Foxy] 1 - (I ain't f**in' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (You and your bullsh**) (How can I love you) (Can't even trust you) (I ain't f**in' wit' you) I can't rock with you no more (Cut the bullsh**) (How can I love you (Can't even trust you) I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a n***a just stab the box I gotta have some rocks, even then All I do is get they a**es hot, then I ask them When was the last time you had some twat? Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down Shake it right in his face, you like the waist? By the way baby boy, would you like a taste? Let me tell you what I need on those license plates "Property of Mahogany Brown", standin' knock-kneed On the balcony while you knock me down Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off? Then expect the b**h to be faithfull to y'alls The next n***a copin' me bags straight from Dior Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta Milan And I'm about that money, no need to pretend Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend Repeat 1 You got as much, you game's y'all And I can spit it n***a, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my sh** Had the next b**h layed up in my six? Gigglin', dizzy as sh**, is it sick? I'm what a n***a would love to have Chick with her own, nice tits, nice a** Nice attitude even though I might spaz He was still quite fast, you like the wife style Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my n***as And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so Holla at me when you ready to spend Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Total] I can't rock you, no more Say it again, say it again I can't rock you, no more Say it again, say it again Say it again, say it again I can't rock you, no more I can't rock you, no more Say it again, say it again Say it again, say it again I can't rock with you no more Say it again, say it again I can't rock with you no more Say it again, say it again I can't rock with you no more