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Can'T Stop Won'T Stop
Meekz
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I ain't never had no job, always been my own boss, I don't need no debt for you to have I don't need no debt for you to have, do it for the home wash Can't stop, won't stop, free to hit a social up, do it for the home up, body shot, dome shot Sticky if it goes off, tryna blow your nose off Hella trips to make the phone pop, yeah you're coming so soft Can't stop, won't stop, flying better blow cops, fuck my old ops, I get it popping in the clothes shop Every couple week I get the phone gone, roads hot, need to hose off Smoke Cali getting blow jobs, I need a whole box for my old spot Remember waiting for the drone drop, can't stop, won't stop Send my young guns to the old spot, studio the phones off I gotta treat it like the coke spot, smoking on mimosa 200k with no promoter, can't blow me over Packs flipping over, whipping soda, ask your older, licks it with a jack revolver If I bat the toaster, after goes your flippin' joker, must be sniffing coca Clocks ticking over, packs ticking over, gotta do in yoga, told her hold the super soaker If I get wrapped with this wack, then it's movie over Can't stop, won't stop, let's delight me like the grow shop Remember times when I had no grub, but you'll never make my soul stop Energies are so strong, remember waiting so long, times it's best to prolong Sitting in my cell, hiding zancos in roll-ons I bet I may come hear it like a old song Can't rest, can't rest, won't rest, believing in the process Every day's a progress, slow steps, I need my own clothes next I really need a grown check, funny niggas gassed off a Rolex Stacking for a home, you need to go bed My young hitter getting active off a moped We ain't new to cash, my young niggas moving mad, pop you for a Louis bag All the other one, it was some Gucci rags Putting moves to plan, putting two for fags Before we moved to traps, now everybody's shooting straps But where the shootings at, don't get too attached Rolls I'll have you doing laps, hitting dots till I drop Take me so rotten, I can feel my soul rotting Been around fiends with no teeth, but I'm dough getting Ballet on me, hoe getting, dough making Probably sneak your own virgin for some road readies So hellish, so reckless, hit the studio with no effort, kill the whole session So hellish, so reckless, hit the studio with no effort, kill the whole session So hellish, so reckless, hit the studio with no effort, kill the whole session
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