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STOP IT!!!
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STOP IT!!! wurde am 20. September 2024 von S'laughter Visions als Teil des Albums STOP IT!!! - Single veröffentlicht
20. September 2024
LabelS'laughter Visions
SpracheEnglish
BPM77
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

Yah! Yah! Yah!
If I was The Sun I would rise third day hella high
See the craters on The Moon in my eyes
I would stop it, I got these Phillies in my pocket
Glockin', really got the milli in my pocket
If I was a gun I would ride in the trunk
And just slide on a punk, gotta fly through his lungs
I would stop it, it gets chilly in the projects
Poppin', my people really on that nonsense
Only sag my pants 'cause my gun is hella heavy
Stay draggin' on the motherfuckin' block, on the motherfuckin' block
Kickin' like a mule, you can barely hold it steady
I'm a dragon, I'm a motherfuckin' goat, I'm a motherfuckin' goat
Go for the throat, I might be slipping a pole, stumblin' out of my home
Grippin' the chrome, rollin' an eighth in the wood, takin' it all to the dome
Leave me alone unless you wanna get pressed, I walk around with a gun and a vest
Won't talk it out, I just lay it to rest
I Glock you down and put one in your chest (Pop!)
Bang! I'm a hothead, sancho in a cops bed
Gettin' top fed by a top model with a long neck on the bedspread
And she on meds, I keep noddin' off, I got that shit and got it off
'Til politics had got involved back when I was a young warthog
Insidious (insidious), my bare face look hideous
If I die tonight I'm really him, Mount Sinai, Leviticus
I'm good at this hoodlum shit, you know how many times I could have hit
But I like to keep that higher ground, I told myself I wouldn't slip
I'm Bogart (I'm Bogart), now don't you get these hoes started
You want the smoke? I'll make your ass sit down and smoke that whole carton
I go Cartman (Nya nya nya nya nya) and do you like Scott Tenorman (Oh my god!)
And I take my opps and skin him, then I season 'em with cinnamon
I'm goin' ape (And I'm goin' ape), your family ate by a Silverback
Really from the flats, I remember back, stealin' shopping carts full of Similac
And Sudafed, always out here asking questions, bitch are you the feds?
Like fuck a vest, I'm willin' to bet this 50 Cal go through the head
You can see what's on the other side, I'm wildin' 'cause my brothers died
Boy I done lost a lot of things, they lucky I ain't lost my mind
Boy I spit that cyanide, too weird to live, too rare to die
Never even considered for mass production but you can bet I'm certified
If I was The Sun I would rise third day hella high
See the craters on The Moon in my eyes
I would stop it, I got these Phillies in my pocket
Glockin', really got the milli in my pocket
If I was a gun I would ride in the trunk
And just slide on a punk, gotta fly through his lungs
I would stop it, it gets chilly in the projects
Poppin', my people really on that nonsense
Written by: Dragon Storm Working
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