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Can't Touch Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Godfree Houdini
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Liyabona Swaartbooi




Godfree Houdini - Can't Touch Me Lyrics




Godfree Houdini is lit

Doing too well, can't touch me
Doing too much you can't bluff me
Can't see nothing but the vision
Wack ass nigga can't smudge it
Trashy ass bitch can't cuff me
Cook my own beat can't trust ya
Got my own feet, can't trust ya
Gon' charge for a feat, well you bussin'
Yeah yeah

Doing too well, can't touch me
Too bad a nigga can't go cross-country
I'm in love with the Lagos lady, druggie
Waiting for my break to get lucky
No Pharrell nigga, where the f*ck my luck at
Got the karats in my mouth so where the Bugs at
Can't watch me eat, ain't a mukbang
Married to the money, seen the doves fly
She ain't f*cking with me, oh well nigga
I'm a captive like jail nigga
Straight bars bring all hell nigga
You ain't slick, you ain't gel nigga
Thought she was a really good girl nigga
Almost let her know just how I felt nigga
Babyface ain't ringing no calls nigga
Can't play, you can't ball nigga
Fresh drip like it's on halls nigga
Stingy with features, naw nigga
I'm hanging on more than my balls nigga
Hurt me, It's yo loss nigga
Two hands on two legs nigga
No drugs, don't do meds nigga
No connections, got no Megs nigga
Had the blonde hair like I'm Odell nigga
Distractions, they outta my zone, uh
The bag, stuck in my dome, uh
If she bad then I'm pullin' out the chrome, yeah
Ten digits, put that in my phone, yuh
Recording, I talkin' no go pro
Want chips, I ain't talkin' no go slo
Big bag, nigga I'm talking, what you going for
How many girls you had on hold? Four
Depends on what i got in my hands, huh
Something green and she gon come in my pants, huh
Something green and it gon make a bitch dance, huh
Green gon get me a chance, huh
That's the lane that she gon wanna go, huh
Aim high and she gon wanna get low, huh
And get loads, like cash, she'll blow it, yeah
That's why I need dough, yeah

Doing too well, can't touch me
Doing too much you can't bluff me
Can't see nothing, but the vision
Wack ass nigga can't smudge it
Trashy ass bitch can't cuff me
Cook my own, beat, can't trust ya
Got my own feet, can't trust ya
Gon Charge for a feat, well you bussin'
Yeah
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Godfree Houdini is lit

Doing too well, can't touch me
Doing too much you can't bluff me
Can't see nothing but the vision
Wack ass nigga can't smudge it
Trashy ass bitch can't cuff me
Cook my own beat can't trust ya
Got my own feet, can't trust ya
Gon' charge for a feat, well you bussin'
Yeah yeah

Doing too well, can't touch me
Too bad a nigga can't go cross-country
I'm in love with the Lagos lady, druggie
Waiting for my break to get lucky
No Pharrell nigga, where the f*ck my luck at
Got the karats in my mouth so where the Bugs at
Can't watch me eat, ain't a mukbang
Married to the money, seen the doves fly
She ain't f*cking with me, oh well nigga
I'm a captive like jail nigga
Straight bars bring all hell nigga
You ain't slick, you ain't gel nigga
Thought she was a really good girl nigga
Almost let her know just how I felt nigga
Babyface ain't ringing no calls nigga
Can't play, you can't ball nigga
Fresh drip like it's on halls nigga
Stingy with features, naw nigga
I'm hanging on more than my balls nigga
Hurt me, It's yo loss nigga
Two hands on two legs nigga
No drugs, don't do meds nigga
No connections, got no Megs nigga
Had the blonde hair like I'm Odell nigga
Distractions, they outta my zone, uh
The bag, stuck in my dome, uh
If she bad then I'm pullin' out the chrome, yeah
Ten digits, put that in my phone, yuh
Recording, I talkin' no go pro
Want chips, I ain't talkin' no go slo
Big bag, nigga I'm talking, what you going for
How many girls you had on hold? Four
Depends on what i got in my hands, huh
Something green and she gon come in my pants, huh
Something green and it gon make a bitch dance, huh
Green gon get me a chance, huh
That's the lane that she gon wanna go, huh
Aim high and she gon wanna get low, huh
And get loads, like cash, she'll blow it, yeah
That's why I need dough, yeah

Doing too well, can't touch me
Doing too much you can't bluff me
Can't see nothing, but the vision
Wack ass nigga can't smudge it
Trashy ass bitch can't cuff me
Cook my own, beat, can't trust ya
Got my own feet, can't trust ya
Gon Charge for a feat, well you bussin'
Yeah
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Writer: Liyabona Swaartbooi
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