Can’t Stop
Cammadeit
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Damn cam made this bitch 416 shit Alright Niggas say my name choppa spraying like cologne Lil' bitch said she want my name, told her get gone Lil' bitch said she want my number, use a pay phone I was in the kitchen cookin' up with my J on Counting all this chicken, bitch, I'm finna get my Dave on Blowed then a f*ck you know I'm finna throw my shades on, In the strip club Throwin' all my bills, now my pape gone I'm amiri jeans off the Louis V, that's my pape tone My five nigga finna go shoot, call him Bizzy B Leave the crib without a stick, that's a silly me I heard a nigga finna hit a lick, gotta grab a ski I got the bows comin' in every day, come smoke with me I wanna see you shake ass, throw it Every day I get a bag, you know it Every time you get a bag, you blow it By the way i tote the mag, I show it Niggas really hoes and they weak if you ask me That's why I keep a pole, I be damn if I don't pack heat Got a thick bitch, the last one ain't have no ass meat Felt like some wood when I slapped her on the ass cheek And nigga we some wolves, you be dangling on the wrong street Man the opps finna slide , goddamn, they almost had me I be running shit all in the field like a athlete Nigga say he tryna bump, bitch, ran right past me Ill still get a nigga gone for some free socks Whole world wanna know why the fuckin' beat stopped Nigga think his house hunted cause he heard three knocks Stupid nigga got his ass popped over re-rock Nigga got hit below the waist, that's a cheap shot Boy, I be really pressin' shit, you know he not I'm really hungry and me feelin' like Dee Potts Boy, I'm a fuckin' bartender, sendin' free shots By the way I get the work gone think it's magic Send a nigga floatin' on the carpet like Aladdin Tapped a nigga's pocket so quick, ain't no reaction And we done beat nigga halfway to death cause he was lackin Opps said they lookin' for me, but they on a fake hunt My bitch got a fat ass,it ain't no fake butt Hit a nigga top with a 4o ain't no fake stunt Fucking while I'm smoking ash my blunt on her lace front Yop, yop , c'mon, Yeah, let's do it, c'mon, alright , c'mon White tee, White sticks got me feeling crazy Fell asleep off the wok, Got me feeling lazy I only f*ck this bitch like one time, now she got a baby Oh you wanna cop a beat, Nigga you gotta pay me Backstage with some big Bs, call me Jay-Z Lazy nigga never doin' shit, yeah, that ain't me Nigga late to the Stu session, that's a late fee Stupid hoe talkin' bout I'm her man, yeah, that's crazy Yeah, you a bitch, are you scared to cuss Ice on my neck cold like a hocky-puck Them niggas over there lame, they don't f*ck with us I got some real niggas with me, that's who I trust Bitch Alright, C'mon 416 shit
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