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Can't Understand Video (MV)




Performed By: Mason Paris
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Mason Paris
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Mason Paris - Can't Understand Lyrics
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All of my racks in my pockets, they knots
She wanna f*ck with me, f*ck with me lots
I come in first place, you comin' in last
Send me that addy like Amazon box
Stay with the killers, we smokin' on pot
(Mmh, yeah, broke boys broke and you can't understand)
I got these racks in my pockets, demand
We can't even f*ck with you, you not a man
I f*ck your girl, but just tell her come in
'Cause she ain't never really wanna commit
I ain't even wanna tell you this shit
Mmh, I ain't even wanna tell you this shit
Call her up, tell her the racks just hit
Yeah, the racks
I can't even trust a bitch, they rats
Always mad about this and that
Broke boys broke and you can't understand
Always lyin' on Instagram
All of my racks in my pockets, they knots
She wanna f*ck with me, f*ck with me lots
I come in first place, you comin' in last
Send me that addy like Amazon box
Stay with the killers, we smokin' on pot
(Mmh, yeah, broke boys broke and you can't understand)
Yeah, and we made a amends, I made a band
And you tell your friends that I can't commit
Yeah, I play that bitch like a f*ckin' PlayStation
She light me up when she come to my place and-
I showed her Paris, but never show Mason
Never show Mason
We get to racin
Send me that addy, we gon' get to erasin
She callin' me daddy, I gon' get to replacin
All of my racks in my pockets, they knots
She wanna f*ck with me, f*ck with me lots
I come in first place, you comin' in last
Send me that addy like Amazon box
Stay with the killers, we smokin' on pot
(Mmh, yeah, broke boys broke and you can't understand)
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English

All of my racks in my pockets, they knots
She wanna f*ck with me, f*ck with me lots
I come in first place, you comin' in last
Send me that addy like Amazon box
Stay with the killers, we smokin' on pot
(Mmh, yeah, broke boys broke and you can't understand)
I got these racks in my pockets, demand
We can't even f*ck with you, you not a man
I f*ck your girl, but just tell her come in
'Cause she ain't never really wanna commit
I ain't even wanna tell you this shit
Mmh, I ain't even wanna tell you this shit
Call her up, tell her the racks just hit
Yeah, the racks
I can't even trust a bitch, they rats
Always mad about this and that
Broke boys broke and you can't understand
Always lyin' on Instagram
All of my racks in my pockets, they knots
She wanna f*ck with me, f*ck with me lots
I come in first place, you comin' in last
Send me that addy like Amazon box
Stay with the killers, we smokin' on pot
(Mmh, yeah, broke boys broke and you can't understand)
Yeah, and we made a amends, I made a band
And you tell your friends that I can't commit
Yeah, I play that bitch like a f*ckin' PlayStation
She light me up when she come to my place and-
I showed her Paris, but never show Mason
Never show Mason
We get to racin
Send me that addy, we gon' get to erasin
She callin' me daddy, I gon' get to replacin
All of my racks in my pockets, they knots
She wanna f*ck with me, f*ck with me lots
I come in first place, you comin' in last
Send me that addy like Amazon box
Stay with the killers, we smokin' on pot
(Mmh, yeah, broke boys broke and you can't understand)
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