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Thought I Was Gonna Stop (Remix) [feat. 2 Chainz, Remy Ma, Busta Rhymes & Lil Wayne]

Papoose

Hip-Hop/Rap

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DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Papoose

Intérprete

Vinny Malizia

Dirección musical

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Willie Mackie

Autoría

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Timbaland

Producción

Parks

Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

Papoose (I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch) Papoose

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

While y'all was on IG, I was in the Mase'

Drop-top, I be in that foreign like I'm Fivi'

Hustled in your building, and you couldn't stop me

Like the homie Jim Jones, I be in the lobby

Tried to hit me two times with the shotty

Missed me, I dodged both shots, Kyrie

Do it anywhere, having sex in the Bugatti

Nobody couldn't see us 'cause the windows got foggy

Flames try to rob me, it's gon' be a homi'

I hope the president'll pardon me, I'm sorry

Used to move like Billy the Kid, don't try me

Young gun, I was a YG like Yo Gotti

This is the remix, I'm loadin' up three clips

I created the wave, now all of these rappers are seasick

Like Juicy J, I tell you to your face you can eat a-

We can fight on the stage like Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, Three 6, ha

I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch

ColleGrove

I would a put a hook right here (yeah)

But I'm finna snap on all ya

When you was on a Zoom call, I was at the pool hall

Crew tall, big ol' n- like blue balls

Who y'all? When I met the plug in the U-Haul

Draco like a pool stick, I don't need a pool ball

Y'all - lame but that's nothin' new to y'all

I don't care if I call around lunch, it's still a booty call

Trappin', I was too involved, the pi- still hit my bodyguard

Brooklyn, Holly groove and College Park

I'm a star like the ceiling the in the R&R

Got a couple restaurants, we can go bar for bar

We can go (we can go) we can go (yeah) hardy har'

I throw this paper tag at you from my foreign car

Pimpin' like I'm Mally Mall (hmm) really no thought at all

I got this-, I got this - hit from wall-to-wall

I ain't been dabbin' on the molly 'cause of fentanyl

You can ask these Cartier glasses, I done seen it all

Toni (I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch), yeah (I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch) 2 Chainz

While y'all was getting U-E, I was still U-P

On a Lil Yachty with my Migos like I'm QC

With my Lil Baby in peace, spending some QT

I been it, yes, the only Nas I heard is from QB

Used to shoot groupies, now I shoot movies

And try to stay away from the Mickey Mouses and Goofys

They rap like lil' paps, yep, they little pussies

I don't care what I say out my mouth, Lil Boosie

I'm a New York City girl, keep a lil' Uzi

And tell- "Suck my -", a lil' juicy

I get bus-, you can't do me

Do I look like BBD, you hoochie groupie?

Thought I was gon' stop cause all of these - popped

Should work for Amazon the way all of 'em throw box

These - is all thots

And everything I do, they Rolex, Piguet and Patek, they all watch

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch) (I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

Yo, you don't really want it fam, make you do the Runnin' Man

And bag your bi-, head she give was better in the Cullinan

Everything I touch, I make it hot until your colour tanned

Hard of hearing-, see the blicker make ya understand

Quick to see ya blow the money, sick about a hundred grand

Still the type to wrap a hundred grand in couple rubber band

Tell your dude to chill and send that message to his other man

So unfortunate that most you - do not know the plan

While I pour this liquor, see the weapon in my other hand

Step in like a giant when you - had the contraband

Damn, holy and sacred like the motherland

Making movies you been watching over like it's on demand

Me on fire 'til they hot and tired, and I bought a fan

A lot of water pourin' out they glands

No permission I be in the kitchen with the pots and pans

Pap', I got 'em, let me pop and put 'em in a jam

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch) (I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

While y'all been on TikTok, I been on B.I.G., Pac

Big Glock, it's Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid rocked

Silk shock a- like P brother, tree lover

Fell in love with a-, my- just told me she love her

We run it, been runnin' this shit, I can't feel my legs

Your brother got them birds, have my n- come and steal his eggs

I be on a million meds, I can put your doctor on

Dana White diamonds on, stones look like a octagon

Can't stop -, you if you think not

The gun pop, the gun ring, you suck it like a Ring Pop

Had to do my thing, Pap', had to let the snub blap

Ridin' 'til the wheels fall off, no hubcap

All this mud in my cup and I don't need no mud flaps

I don't need no hug, dap, I don't need no rugrats

So she gon' have to chug that

I'm like Tom Brady, still ballin' where the Bucs at

Young Money, young man, YM

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch) (I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

(I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch)

Written by: Willie Mackie

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