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Feloni - I Can't Stop lyrics
Verse 1 Like Aileen Wurnos I keep a loaded gun I ain't afraid to pull the trigger, don't push me, son They say hey, Shorty, you can't beat a man But in my heart I know that a glock and hollows can I'm the women's champ I don't take no shit Like when your girl feelin cramps she don't take no dick Look in my eyes, and tell me what you see, dog A black woman runnin through some thick fog Slow down, it's twisted enough Take a closer look it's a diamond in the ruff...plush Yeah, that's me Born and raised in the DET But, can't get no radio love They say 'cuz I like the women it might kill they buzz What Trick, rep yo city I swear you muthafuckas straight wanna be Diddy (Come on) Chorus If you want this come and get some Verse 2 Yo, I collect all four My anger, my drama, my thoughts and flows Naw, I ain't no muthafuckin role model Try to be, but what I represent is hard to swallow But I ain't got time to stop Tick-Tock to the pretty-ricky-hip-hop Damn, I know them haters be watching me But I don't give a fuck about what industry think of me 'cuz Break (I can't stop 'cuz they waitin on me) Hold up- what the fuck Feloni ain't giving up And with or without you I'm a straight-up live it up I know you wanna see me back down But until you haters drop I'm a hold you down, fucka, what Chorus If you want this come and get some Verse 3 If hip-hop is here to represent the black collective Then what the fuck is it without my black perspective Listen I'm the industry underdog I got the odds against me but y'all still gone hear me bark Crash, burn and come back, imagine that I'm here to suckle the truth not yo similack And tell the dope-man to give our hood some money back Instead of pickin they cotton They got us pickin crack Instead of wantin a mule we want a cadillac Instead of playin it cool we gotta get the gat Well, let me do what I do Can you handle that Then put the judgement on lock 'cuz God gone bring it back I know some bad-ass women that can make you jack And me in love with a hoe, oh, pimpin, never that And if you love me for me yo, baby, holla back But if you hate on me, B, that's cuz your game is wack Chorus If you want this come and get some |
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