is wet and dreamy and it's just what i like so dim down the light don't cha stop don't cha stop don't cha stop don't cha stop if it makes you feel good
(Don't cha stop, don't cha stop) (Don't cha stop, don't cha stop) Don't cha stop, don't cha stop Don't cha stop, don't cha stop Your rhapsody is blowing
Traduzione: The Cars. Non Cha Stop.
s Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky
) Everybody wanna take chills It's either that or nigga wanna play sales Try tha floor when I bound wit a fake bill When I see seven niggas I don't say
don't stop 'Til the player gets knocked Or the shit flip-flop And you sittin' on top [Verse 2:] My kid here, career in the bloom I don't live there no
ll leave ya block shook Fuck ya hoe and get a hook Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took B.G.: I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it Rub me
click strictly don't fuck with me We gettin full of that forty gon duck with me Spray with me I got that AK with me Don't play with me Because I spittin non stop
bout that action, Don't be slackin' I could damage you with my rappin' nigga, Don't get mad cuz your bitch chose me nigga, Don't get mad cuz your pocket
boys down there, homes in the van was a NARC Tell 'em "Naw we don't sell that shit round here doc" They bout four cars deep, sittin in the Croger parkin
domestic to a form see the rims don't stop [? ] In the screens glow when the trunk pop [Chamillionaire:] Southern playas get the doe, ain't trippin bout
and shit don't stop Little use, got bullet proof suits to rock [Chorus] [Buckshot Shorty] Fuck actin like it's all love, fuck that It ain't all love
the yacht At the dock at the beaches Don't stop, got nothin' but hot releases A thug by my side cause I need em' Forget any reason I give He'll stop a
the yacht at the dock at the beaches Don't stop, got nothin but hot releases A thug by my side cause I need em Forget any reason I give He'll stop a
, but she don't need another nucka" Ain't no choosin, jump off slick, this one here's my snucka" He said, "whatchu mean by snucka?" "It ain't too hard
again It's like clock again, the hood rock again You should pop it in,ain't take it out That shit play on, you can't make it out The world ain't set
And hum a word Some nerve, cats think they can touch the torch You don't know about my gun just for me to toss Fuck with the cars I don't care what kind
hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know [B-Legit] Why don't cha' get up on this mic And spit
