Lyrics:
have mercy
Cause I just can't take it
Just stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Just stop pressurin' me
Make me wanna scream
Just stop
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
Whatever I can do, be the
Best at whatever I do
I need to make America grеat like
It once was i want
To have еverything that I ever
Wanted i never thought
to da top, and ion give a fuck who don't like me yea yea
Came in by myself imma leave by myself ion give a fuck
What ah nigga think aye it's OT$ Bitch
fools
Won't stop, learnt it on 'em, I gotta eat chief
Now getcha ass in my way, I'm snatchin' you up by your lil' briefs
Now rock twice and do your hand
What's the opposite of satisfaction? You never had it
A sex addict there when you needed it
Now you're too distracted by the little things
Cars,
the rari
She can hardly
Stop herself stop herself
Cuz she heart me
I'm a black beatle Paul Mcartney
Shake that ass shake it shake it
Make that cash make it
catacombs
You’re the poison in my catacombs
Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop
Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop
Make
places to go to
I'm more than a skeleton who does it for the hell of it
The loudness like an elephant I make it seem so effortless
Fight for what I
If you can't dance I'll make it hot
Woah, na na, don't stop
Oh, na na, don't stop
I met this shy boy, cute as hell and grabbed him by the hand
He
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come on baby
Gettin' freaky in the club
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
out to the music cause it makes ya feel serene
With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go
nigga
Dont stop Dont stop
Dont stop Dont stop
For too long of a time its been war my nigga
Dont stop Dont stop
Dont stop Dont stop
Dont stop lets get it
You can't stop it, you can't stop it, you can't stop it, the world is in my pocket
You can't stop it, you can't stop it, you can't stop it, I want
out to the music cause it makes ya feel serene
With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go
and together we gon' make it through
I'm about ya baby, ain't livin' without ya baby
Don't stop, don't stop movin' on up
Don't stop, don't stop movin'
Wow and MC Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No
side, promise you it all be fine
I-I just wanna make you mine, hop inside the ride
Nina by my side, promise it's gon' be alright
I tried to stop, but I
side, promise you it all be fine
II just wanna make you mine, hop inside the ride
Nina by my side, promise it's gon' be alright
I tried to stop, but I
mills by 25
Aye, aye
[Chorus]
Yeah, it don't stop
Yeah, it won't stop
Yeah, it don't stop
Don't
Yeah, it don't stop (Yea)
Yeah, it won't stop (Yea)
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