Won T Stop lyrics

Won T Stop lyrics

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Send "Won T Stop" Ringtone to your Cell * send corrections to the typist [Verse One] Models and dimes, ugly hoes follow inside Proud of my dick and mad chicks swallow my pride Getting head jobs from strippers Twisted off the eggnog and liquor, a big dog like Clifford Melt gimmicks every time I spit With rhymes like crowds in health clinics cause every line is sick I squeeze clips at each clique To see how they deal with heat when I put them under arms like speed stick Please bitch, with metal to your frame I rep the C. O. nonstop, it`s the first two letters of my name Competitors are slain by this intelligent gunner Quick to pop the trunk like an elephant hunter And you might be upset, your dad and I got something in common Your mom kissing both our babies right before bed And like me or not, bitch I`m `bout to light me a spliff So any shit you got to spit I`ll more than likely forget [Verse Two] I talk a lot of shit cause I know a lot of shit Your bitch comes to my show to swallow a lot of dick So which idiot should I shit on? The one that spit on the mic or his friend who convinced him to get on? You spit your best shit on everybody`s mix tape Now for your album you`re left with shit you wrote in sixth grade That`s why I don`t rhyme on mix tapes I mix hate and science and spit straight sick shit your bitch hates On Tower I admit rape And it was well worth the gas and the switchblade it took to get laid Plus your girl looks like a great fuck But that`s only from the face down and the waist up And I got eight sluts, one for each day I wake up Plus an extra for the morning I die laying face up I`ll pull you out your truck, get slammed up the dash For rhyming like you got your hands and fists crammed up your ass Pull out the thirty-eight, hold it to the crowd And leave every critic`s body that dissed me "Holier Than Thou" Extinguish the hottest emcee`s match When I cuff the mic at twelve decibels I still get positive feedback [Verse Three] Saw your one blunt and that dirty ain`t worth the buy Raw and uncut like Eddie Murphy uncircumcised When Copywrite`s on tour stop and hide your whore Certified thief, alarms go off when I walk inside the store O. H. ten, been repping the state From the second I stepped on the stage till I`m dead in a grave And got a buzz but my head isn`t shaved "Get the leaves and doja", sick of being sober and my medicine`s haze Veteran praise… and I don`t write for the wealth I`ll stage my own death, come back and ghost write for myself Your dis backs weren`t able to help Me and RJ`s like slip mats, ??? ????? turntables were felt Now pray for yourselves, still opponents lost a spar again I can`t be faded like a homeless Rastafarian Before I rock the booth I need lots of loot Got it coming together like Siamese prostitutes Send " Won T Stop" Ringtone to your Cell Won T Stop lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Won T Stop lyrics @ ELyrics | Won T Stop lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Won T Stop lyrics @ Songlyrics | Won T Stop lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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