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letra de stop it - killa blanco

[hook]
boy stop it
no you ain’t got no dollas in them pockets
boy stop it
say you be slanging bricks wit ya lil potna
boy stop it

[verse 1]
two of em gone, the rest of em grown, cut off my lil juvies they was stupid
two shots of patron, just couldn’t leave it alone was acting foolish
she needed a ride home though she could bribe me wit some coochie
sh-t i just got some dome and left her stupid ass in brusly
stop it, boy ain’t nothing but lent up in them pockets
boy ain’t no way no quarter pound be making you no profit
that lean you sell be watered down, you keep saying its wocky
them percs you popping filled with fentanyl, you better stop it
watch it, boy you better get back when i c-ck it
watch me fold the stock, i brought this big b-tch out the closet
invested in buku bullets, had to f-ck up a lil profit
the sh-t you gotta do when n-ggas hate you cause you got it
stop it, girl you know you wrong for how you rockin
told you not to text me when i got home so why you jockin
my girl posted yo business on her page and got it poppin
b-tch you be doing too much you know you need to stop it
[hook]
hustling but you ain’t making no profit, boy stop it
know you ain’t got no dollars in them pockets, boy stop it
say you be slanging bricks wit ya lil potna, boy stop it
if you the f-cking plug then tell me who the f-cking socket
b-tch been thru every trap up in the city, girl stop it
think i won’t blow you down because you pretty, girl stop it
know sugar daddy brought you them big titties, girl stop it
y’all need to stop that sh-t

[verse 2]
two i was hitting the rest though i didn’t
girl it’s like every other day you checking me bout b-tches
need to stop going thru my phone and hopping in yo feelings
put down that sh-t you sipping, all i hear is you b-tching
stella rose got you tripping
boy you tipsy, that’s just how you feeling,or you really loaded?
yeah keep running ya mouth i’m finna bust it open
see we was in here chillin, you just had to blow it
cus slid em cross the club, he ain’t even know it
lil shawty brought her a 40′, she can’t even hold it
but i salute her, ain’t gone shoot her, she license to tote it
she say she don’t drank, don’t do no pills but she say she be smoking
she paid a hundred for her half she can’t even roll it
oh that boy ain’t even take a bath, boy you know you funky
he took off that fit and put it right back on that sunday morning
minding my buisness in the trenches still serving the junkies
showing love taking the pennies for the ones don’t want it

[hook]
hustling but you ain’t making no profit, boy stop it
know you ain’t got no dollars in them pockets, boy stop it
say you be slanging bricks wit ya lil potna, boy stop it
if you the f-cking plug then tell me who the f-cking socket
b-tch been thru every trap up in the city, girl stop it
think i won’t blow you down because you pretty, girl stop it
know sugar daddy brought you them big titties, girl stop it
yall need to stop that sh-t

- killa blanco

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