Yeah, you feel me?
We rented out the whole top floor you dig
South Beach
Turn me up
I had to, I had to get all my hoes, everybody to get in the room
I was just too jiggy
Big Rabbit
(Yeah, yeah)
They said we couldn't do this shit like
(Yeah, yeah, ugh, yeah, yeah)
Faded let the fields in the dope, uh
Used to sleep on the air mattress my bitch strap on the floor, uh
Big homie would sell me shit, heard the West Coast got that coke
F*ck niggas see me now, I chuck the deuces and I float
On them motherf*ckin' rubber bands, jump straight out the pot straight to a cluckin' hen
Streets is strickly business f*ck your homie I'm your pusha man
They say talking reckless on this shit might get me booked again
Dropped another album Cocaine Rabbit got em shook again
Gary niggas you either with us or you against us
They tried to play us 'cause the Jacksons barely came to visit
They had the big bro locked in Westville, yeah, I made them visits
You back outside it's time for you to play a new position
F*ck them niggas, I still wish them well because I love them niggas
Bulletproof the fleet I'm in the streets but it's hard to touch a nigga
Next up I might slay 'em in Cullinans, different colors nigga
Big rabbit I had to Phonte 'em, my Little Brother niggas (blackness!)
You feel me? You know what I'm sayin'
Had to little brother, had to, you know what I'm sayin'
Peewee Herman, you're little Peewee, you know what I mean?
Had to show you how small he is, you know what I'm sayin'?
Compared to the Big Rabbit, you know what I'm sayin', the big lord
Different color hoes, you know what I'm sayin'
Sorry, Umar
They said I couldn't do it
But I did it
Make it, bitch
They say it couldn't be done
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said I couldn't make it
They didn't know I'm gon' scrape it
You said you'd forgive me
We knew what it could be
With you by my side
But Jesus I'm gon' rise
Couldn't be done
We will make it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said it couldn't be done
Welcome to the Triple-S Hotel Resort and Casino, where your pleasure is our priority
Freddie Gibbs - Couldnt Be Done Lyrics
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Yeah, you feel me?
We rented out the whole top floor you dig
South Beach
Turn me up
I had to, I had to get all my hoes, everybody to get in the room
I was just too jiggy
Big Rabbit
(Yeah, yeah)
They said we couldn't do this shit like
(Yeah, yeah, ugh, yeah, yeah)
Faded let the fields in the dope, uh
Used to sleep on the air mattress my bitch strap on the floor, uh
Big homie would sell me shit, heard the West Coast got that coke
F*ck niggas see me now, I chuck the deuces and I float
On them motherf*ckin' rubber bands, jump straight out the pot straight to a cluckin' hen
Streets is strickly business f*ck your homie I'm your pusha man
They say talking reckless on this shit might get me booked again
Dropped another album Cocaine Rabbit got em shook again
Gary niggas you either with us or you against us
They tried to play us 'cause the Jacksons barely came to visit
They had the big bro locked in Westville, yeah, I made them visits
You back outside it's time for you to play a new position
F*ck them niggas, I still wish them well because I love them niggas
Bulletproof the fleet I'm in the streets but it's hard to touch a nigga
Next up I might slay 'em in Cullinans, different colors nigga
Big rabbit I had to Phonte 'em, my Little Brother niggas (blackness!)
You feel me? You know what I'm sayin'
Had to little brother, had to, you know what I'm sayin'
Peewee Herman, you're little Peewee, you know what I mean?
Had to show you how small he is, you know what I'm sayin'?
Compared to the Big Rabbit, you know what I'm sayin', the big lord
Different color hoes, you know what I'm sayin'
Sorry, Umar
They said I couldn't do it
But I did it
Make it, bitch
They say it couldn't be done
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said I couldn't make it
They didn't know I'm gon' scrape it
You said you'd forgive me
We knew what it could be
With you by my side
But Jesus I'm gon' rise
Couldn't be done
We will make it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said it couldn't be done
Welcome to the Triple-S Hotel Resort and Casino, where your pleasure is our priority
We rented out the whole top floor you dig
South Beach
Turn me up
I had to, I had to get all my hoes, everybody to get in the room
I was just too jiggy
Big Rabbit
(Yeah, yeah)
They said we couldn't do this shit like
(Yeah, yeah, ugh, yeah, yeah)
Faded let the fields in the dope, uh
Used to sleep on the air mattress my bitch strap on the floor, uh
Big homie would sell me shit, heard the West Coast got that coke
F*ck niggas see me now, I chuck the deuces and I float
On them motherf*ckin' rubber bands, jump straight out the pot straight to a cluckin' hen
Streets is strickly business f*ck your homie I'm your pusha man
They say talking reckless on this shit might get me booked again
Dropped another album Cocaine Rabbit got em shook again
Gary niggas you either with us or you against us
They tried to play us 'cause the Jacksons barely came to visit
They had the big bro locked in Westville, yeah, I made them visits
You back outside it's time for you to play a new position
F*ck them niggas, I still wish them well because I love them niggas
Bulletproof the fleet I'm in the streets but it's hard to touch a nigga
Next up I might slay 'em in Cullinans, different colors nigga
Big rabbit I had to Phonte 'em, my Little Brother niggas (blackness!)
You feel me? You know what I'm sayin'
Had to little brother, had to, you know what I'm sayin'
Peewee Herman, you're little Peewee, you know what I mean?
Had to show you how small he is, you know what I'm sayin'?
Compared to the Big Rabbit, you know what I'm sayin', the big lord
Different color hoes, you know what I'm sayin'
Sorry, Umar
They said I couldn't do it
But I did it
Make it, bitch
They say it couldn't be done
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said I couldn't make it
They didn't know I'm gon' scrape it
You said you'd forgive me
We knew what it could be
With you by my side
But Jesus I'm gon' rise
Couldn't be done
We will make it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said it couldn't be done
Welcome to the Triple-S Hotel Resort and Casino, where your pleasure is our priority
Writer: Freddie GIbbs
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.