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Can't Be Stopped Lyrics - Artist : Larry June
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La música de Harry Fraud My nigga Larry J All the way from the Bay What's hannin'? [?] Cortez like we weirdos (Weirdos) See, the shoes with the spikes, I don't wear those (Wear those) He got painted fingernails like a weirdo (Weirdo) Spit game, talk shit in her earlobe (Like a pimp) Dress her up, give her game - how I gear hoes (What it is) Fuck haters, fuck opps, I don't fear those (How it is) Got God on my side, that's my real bro Tell the homie come out, like I'm here, bro (Like I'm here, bro) Bitch lyin' on a P, like I guess so (Lyin' ass) See, the life of a P is so stressful (So stressful) They gave the homie fifteen, that's a stress though (For real) I had to get out the game, I can't trust hoes (Nah) Bitch, I've been from the gang, like my Chucks on (Chucks on) Talk shit 'bout the gang, you bet bust- on Bon Bonerie, double-o - James Bond (Double-o) Bon Bonerie, double-o - James Bond (07) See, the birds fly to me like a scarecrow (Scarecrow) In the field all day like a scarecrow (Scarecrow) Old-school high tops with the Velcro (Straps) Got a different type of hustle, I don't sell nun' I need it, I want it, I can't be stopped (Can't be stopped, bitch) She choosin', she lookin', she out of pock- (You out of pocket, hoe) She fucked up, she know it, I'm finna knock (Finna knock her) Real P gon' send her (Send the bitch) This shit don't stop (It don't stop, hoe) I liked it a lot, so I bought the whip I was on foot when I caught the bitch How you doin'? My name is Larry I sip orange juice, and I'm steady mashin' Hey, bitch, hand me that mufuckin' car key I gotta make move Narks out heavy, so I gotta play it smoove The bitch asked for money, then I turned to a Jew Bitch, didn't I just buy your ass some new shoes? I take apart the rental car, then put it back together [?] by Larry, the boy so clever I'm walkin' like this, 'cause the boof kinda heavy She put it in my hand, when I walked in the 'telly All I got is game for a punk rock bitch Six months in the game, and I got rich My life is fast, and so is my whips My life a trip, my diamonds hit Yeah I need it, I want it, I can't be stopped (Can't be stopped, bitch) She choosin', she lookin', she out of pock- (You out of pocket, hoe) She fucked up, she know it, I'm finna knock (Finna knock her) Real P gon' send her (Send the bitch) This shit don't stop (It don't stop, hoe) Man Groovy Man Numbers Yes, Lord Bitch, hand me that water Shit! |
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