Lirik Lagu It Don't Stop (feat. Dubee, D-Milli, Free Throw) - Mac Dre
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
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Verse One: (Free Throw)
Well let me introduce myselfA young go getter mind locked on havin' wealthLivin' wild with this thug style, I got these hoesTuggin' all on my Avirex clothesA young brown Mafioso, I put my foot through the doorInfrared light smilin' title, desert eagle 4-4Layin' Cubans on the floor,I send my ghetto troopers to the mother loadTo snatch a bottle of A-1 yo,I'm hearin' rapid fire through the houseEternal warfare with heavy weaponryMe and my soldiers ain't scared,You get a bullet to the head in trainin' if you don't aim for the headSo I know my young shooters left somebody dead around the cornerPlus got the yola out the trunk bendin' overIts daytime I can't wait till it turns to nightCause that's the time when ghetto stars come out and shine
Verse Two: (D-Milli)
Quicker than outlaws I draw on haters with glocks and techsBuckin' at undercover agents dippin' off quick in the lexThat's my trigger finger fuck 'em lets bring the heat to the streetGave him one to the head and there he dead eternally asleepDeep in this cold world where there's no love, what the fuck should I do?People be killin' they family for yola not trustin' in youBut now I'm teachin' you some ackriteWith forty-fives and flashlightsFuckin' around with thug niggas
And drug dealersManajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the dropKillin' haters that act hard nigga like it or notCause it's a hold up, your hands go up real slowShould've told ya that I'm a soldier who kills hoesPullin' no mercy on these busters ain't no callin' the copsAnd my nine is comin' to fuck you nigga ballin' or not
Verse Three: (Dubee)
I'm off in this shit like Mr. Hanky, Janky, but when it gets stankyTime to rape fiends, my niggas take G's, make G's, but it ain't freePimp niggas laced me when I was a baby, how to slang DAnd stained me, a suck ya up nigga lip locked but I can't speakNow it's crazy, niggas be lazy, imbecilic, milli vanillic,Can't speak on it but I feel it, I'm the villain stealin' scrillionConvo be thrillin' your brain waves get to healin'Just to reach out and touch youtrain of thought make a killin', Soldiers willin',So I do it for thug niggas and drug dealers through the snow and rainFocused on fetti fuck how it came, steady remainPaper over hoes, and stay on my toesAnd air these niggas out like sandals,Blow 'em out like candlesHandle my business and listen to my theezoAnd in this thuggin' category I keep it sharp as a needleBreathe on busters and bust the tech and make it go blah blahFunkin' with cops and duckin' the law play boy it won't stop
Well let me introduce myselfA young go getter mind locked on havin' wealthLivin' wild with this thug style, I got these hoesTuggin' all on my Avirex clothesA young brown Mafioso, I put my foot through the doorInfrared light smilin' title, desert eagle 4-4Layin' Cubans on the floor,I send my ghetto troopers to the mother loadTo snatch a bottle of A-1 yo,I'm hearin' rapid fire through the houseEternal warfare with heavy weaponryMe and my soldiers ain't scared,You get a bullet to the head in trainin' if you don't aim for the headSo I know my young shooters left somebody dead around the cornerPlus got the yola out the trunk bendin' overIts daytime I can't wait till it turns to nightCause that's the time when ghetto stars come out and shine
Verse Two: (D-Milli)
Quicker than outlaws I draw on haters with glocks and techsBuckin' at undercover agents dippin' off quick in the lexThat's my trigger finger fuck 'em lets bring the heat to the streetGave him one to the head and there he dead eternally asleepDeep in this cold world where there's no love, what the fuck should I do?People be killin' they family for yola not trustin' in youBut now I'm teachin' you some ackriteWith forty-fives and flashlightsFuckin' around with thug niggas
And drug dealersManajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the dropKillin' haters that act hard nigga like it or notCause it's a hold up, your hands go up real slowShould've told ya that I'm a soldier who kills hoesPullin' no mercy on these busters ain't no callin' the copsAnd my nine is comin' to fuck you nigga ballin' or not
Verse Three: (Dubee)
I'm off in this shit like Mr. Hanky, Janky, but when it gets stankyTime to rape fiends, my niggas take G's, make G's, but it ain't freePimp niggas laced me when I was a baby, how to slang DAnd stained me, a suck ya up nigga lip locked but I can't speakNow it's crazy, niggas be lazy, imbecilic, milli vanillic,Can't speak on it but I feel it, I'm the villain stealin' scrillionConvo be thrillin' your brain waves get to healin'Just to reach out and touch youtrain of thought make a killin', Soldiers willin',So I do it for thug niggas and drug dealers through the snow and rainFocused on fetti fuck how it came, steady remainPaper over hoes, and stay on my toesAnd air these niggas out like sandals,Blow 'em out like candlesHandle my business and listen to my theezoAnd in this thuggin' category I keep it sharp as a needleBreathe on busters and bust the tech and make it go blah blahFunkin' with cops and duckin' the law play boy it won't stop
