Текст Oliver Francis – Can’t Handle My Love

Fendi belts, man you gotta love it
Windows up we marijuana puffin’
Get this money yeah there ain’t no discussion
Try to hold us down, but we rise above it
Ayy, two-door and I lane-switch
Pulled off with your main bitch
Every night that’s the same shit
Jean Paul that’s my fragrance
Fuck with me baby, just fuck with me
I’ll show you shit that you wouldn’t believe
Fuck with me baby, just fuck with me
I got the vision just trust in me
They ‘gon show love for me
They say they loving me
They can’t get enough of me
Ayy, I did this all by myself
I ain’t need no one else
Yeah this shit it ain’t nothing to me
You ain’t fucking with me
Boy no, ain’t nothing free
Yeah, ayy, you can’t get a verse, you can’t get a beat
My pockets too deep

And your little bitch she can’t handle my love, no
They held us down but we gon’ rise above, yeah
Looking too clean in the Jeep
With a bad lil’ bitch in the passenger’s seat, ayy

Shawty pass me the weed, ayy
Girl, you got the juice
Boots by Christian Lou
Rock designer shoes
Louis, Jimmy Choo
Gucci, Prada too
That ain’t nothing new for you
That ain’t nothing new
But you can’t
Can’t handle my love, no, no, no
Can’t handle my love, no, no, no
No, no, no
Can’t handle my love, no
Can’t handle my love, no, no, no
Can’t handle my love, no, no, no
No, no, no

Can’t handle my love
My love, my love
Can’t handle my love
My love, my love
(My love!)
Can’t handle my love
My love, my love
Can’t handle my love
My love, my love
(My love!)
Can’t handle my love