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McGruff - Stop It lyrics
"yeah, this one of them joints right here....feel this...." I got the world in my world in my clutches Gettin smoked, twirlin dutches Jingle everywhere I go, girls wanna fuck this Fly guy, ima die high smokin my lye Be on the low, cant find me, why try? Ends Im holdin em Chumps with no dough? heads Im rollin em Sportin cartier glass frames with the gold in em What, done it, cop the benz six hundred If I aint gettin blunted Im probably in some chicks stomach Lustin, yall aint my girl, we only fuckin Out two lifestyles on cause one joint be bustin Shootin thug sperm, what the deal boo Give you little welts and rug burns plus a meal too. Chorus - Hey yo, stop it, if yall think yall gon make a profit, take ya eyes Off my pocket, all I wanna do is knock it, I got a wife just keep it in The closet, late night you might see me creepin through your projects. (repeat) Verse 2: How you livin? plenty limos mansion, twenty windows Menage trois nymphos, smokin cigars with indo Mega largen far from some crab nigga starvin Get money plus be robbin, push cars thats foreign Crisp gear on, rapid flip heron Yo, to hell with some beer, me and my crew share don I be icey, known for hittin chicks like ya wifey Now you dont like me, playa hatin nigga bite me You gabless, Im established, livin lavish Until I perish me and my crew gon get cabbage And thats that, publishin from ascap My ass rap, but feds still flash that. Chorus 2x Verse 3: In the n.y. electric chair, here men fry New kids flippin pies, fuedin with different guys Im on the rise, low key, baggy karl kanis Flexin on the celly, skully over my eyes Street wise, got ties to crime thats organized Never took no shorts so you oughta recognize Tote tecks, sport a icey rolex Picture gruff spendin one night with no sex Shit, all these dames know gruff got bread Be puffin mad lye, I stay bloodshot red Like a maxi, I aint got no paper so dont ask me Bitch caught the vapors said I raped her, tried to tax me Stop it, if yall think yall gon make a profit Keep ya eyes off my pocket All I wanna do is knock it I got a wife just keep it in the closet Late night you might see me creepin through ya projects, yo... Chorus 2x Word, these girls is crazy yo....gold diggas, always somethin they Wanna hold from a nigga, you know? aint fuckin with these Chicks...these bitches is sour. |
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