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letra de can’t stop - skilla baby

[intro]
huh?
naw, for real
(mia jay c)
1 a.m. la time
huh?

[verse]
n-ggas always wanna ride at the end
if you ain’t down with me, you cannot be my mans
if you spin and that n-gga still alive, go again
i’ll spin a n-gga bend, you can see it in my grin
i’m a seven-figure n-gga, now i’m tryna make it ten
gotta stay away from n-ggas that don’t wanna see you win
b-tches love f-ckin’ on me, i ain’t stingy, i’ll spend
n-ggas always tough as h-ll ’til we put ’em in that blend
everybody really on that ’til a n-gga end up dead
everybody ride with you ’til you get hit in your head
got some n-ggas ridin’ with me i know spinnin’ every time
if a n-gga play with me, they know i’m spendin’ every dime
ever sincе that one sh-t happened, i got murdеr on my mind
labels say they got some m’s for me, i just gotta sign
n-gga, all my b-tches fine
n-gga, all my whips foreign, look like i should go to prom
sling the ak out the window, man, this b-tch sound like a bomb
got a whole lot of money, but, yeah, i ain’t got no time
i was gettin’ money when my favorite rapper was delon
she don’t really know me, but she keep on callin’ me trevon (huh?)
i can’t believe i got rich friends
i’m franchise now, used to be the sixth man (huh?)
these n-ggas tryna take me under like some quicksand
man, the ‘bows got me ballin’ like the pistons
i’m givin’ free game, you just gotta listen (huh?)
all this money got my mind blown
it’s gon’ be so many n-ggas dead before mine gone
coach sk!lla send a blitz from a different time zone
i’ll never come outside again without my pole
slap a drum on the fn, n-gga, let’s rock roll
real hoodrat, a n-gga still’ll get socked on
come on, all this violence got my head hurtin’
spin a n-gga block ’til i’m tired of my mans lurkin’
swing the chop like osama, i don’t wear turbans
she say she don’t think i got no feelings, but i swear i’m hurtin’
it’s so hard to be a young n-gga
it’s so hard to stay out my feelings
it’s so hard for me to stop spinning
no percs, still a super gremlin
it’s so hard to be a young n-gga
when you comin’ from the murder mitten
i was raised around all k!llers
it’s so hard for us to stop k!lling
gettin’ money, f-ck bad b-tches
f-ck hoes, mind my business
we gon’ ride, we ain’t stealin’
you either criminal or a witness (huh? huh? huh?)

- skilla baby

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