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letra de stop n go - remy & kb bash ft. ted

chorus: remy: money over matter trap out the bowl. filthy rich i don’t joke. all of my n—-s they stick to the code, your n—-s fiends they stop and then go
ted: close the windows, lock your door. [2x]

[verse]
(remy)
floatin’ on the beat i know it made you choke
watch ya mouth, make you wash your mouth wit soap
i don’t f-ck with you remember i’m the goat
touchdown, i’m screamin’ geronimo
i just came and i f-ck on your hoe
your not my bro you just wanna smoke
major beats n—- you already know
we a team n—- you is so broke
young remy and i’m smoking this dope
you can’t even see my i am a ghost
i’m on another level, ima always grow
super soaked when she hoppin’ of my boat
cross the border line we gone always shoot
this the bottom line
ima tell the truth
in the summer time i was in the stu
when i looked around where the f-ck was you

[chorus]

[verse]
(kb bash)
money flowin’ just like a boat
diamonds wet like i can’t float
i found a way out on the coast
tryna ride the wave that’ll get you soaked
call that sh-t there an overflow
cops asked but, i don’t know
tryna stack ’til i get me a ghost
leave the dealership then we’ll trap out the ghost
i want the money could care less ’bout a hoe
f-ck a bankroll i don’t want it to fold
enemies near gotta keep my friends close
say you gettin’ money n—- you can speak for us both
dui i’m on the go
close ya windows, lock the door
kb bash on the loudest smoke
major beats so it’s sounding gold

[chorus]

[verse]
(kb bash)
blowin’ out the o
thinkin’ ’bout the dough
countin’ money slow
in a four door
me, cre, and dee can’t forget sos
slide through the mall spent a bankroll
trying to spot our play they will never know
now i’m in my zone
know we ’bout to score
we just wanna ball, feelin’ like a pro
n—- micheal johnson rockin’ all these golds
deep as michael phelps, i don’t do the strokes
i just do the stackin’ watch my n—-s trappin’
n—- in the business keep that on the low
get it, flip it, hustle rather not be broke

(remy)
riding in ‘raris you n—-s is sorry
we pop up on ’em and we turn up the party
i got all these b-tches they all on the molly
you stupid fools man you actin’ like carly
play with my money, i call up my goons
it’s mobb city and you know they coming soon
all of my n—-s we hotbox the room
i transform, hop out the cac–n!
i know you like the beat
i know you like the tunes
stop the jokes then you go and hit the doob
this is henny, no i’m not sippin’ juice
young remy, know i spit the f-ckin’ truth

(ted)
close ya windows, lock the door

- remy kb bash ft ted

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