Can't stop Chorus: Can't stop thinking about you babe, can't stop Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop Look out boy 'cause I'm going
Can't stop Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the
Traduzione: Madonna. Non Stop.
: Can't stop Chorus: Can't stop thinking about you babe, can't stop Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop Look out boy 'cause I'm
love I'm thinkin' of, baby you stay on my mind I'm so 'bout you Oh, I'm captivated, I can't maintain it I just don't know what to do [Chorus]
think nothin' of it know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz I guess life looks different
shit goin down This is my shit, from now on this is my shit Nigga can't eat, nigga can't sleep, nigga can't do shit Unless I say he can nigga Nigga come
wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit but on the sidewalk we ain't play
Stop the rock (stop the rock), can't stop the rock. x2 Stop the rock (stop the rock), we can't stop the rock. x2 (repeat) Shake my paranoia, can't stop
Mr. Roboto Throw it outside don't you know I go oppo? Doc pro, diggin the own short stop flow? Madonna so hot she used to make cock grow Then she got gross wouldn't
and feet to these boards It's the part time job that governs what you can afford It's the fear, It's the fake It's clear it can make time stop and leave
around everybody tryna go my route And I don't drop no duds, I only drop burners The game is mine, and I don't even gotta learn it Can't drive but I can
think it's a cult Radios around the globes is fillin' the vault I put my beard in, ten years killin' the circuit Speak that Underground language that they can't
't say a word) and all my groupies and dimes (Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say a word, son (Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say
for livin' Like that y'all Hook [Verse III: The Tonic] Now every designer ain't a Gabanna And every material girl ain't a Madonna But if every design