J.R. Writer
J.R. Writer - Stop It 5 songtekst
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Ha... ha... ha... ha, stop it 5! Stop it 5 You aint never sold bricks I cop the pie and got no whip But you tryin to ride [what! ] You'se a working man When you ever ride or die? You start work at nine in the morning And you... Stop at 5! Stop it 5 These the guys you idolize? Fuck you Touch who? I'll get you niggas sodomize Listen I am live Shot at me but I'm alive Before I hit your ass with the four You need to... Stop it 5! Look I've been a shooter And you, you've been a doodler You need a lyric tutor And I'm quick to school you Shit I'm gettin mula What's on my wrist a meilleur You might not be outta shape But you the biggeset loser Forget aruba I'm about to hit up cuba For a couple cuban cigars Just to twist my buddah Might slide through a mat If ya chick is cuter [why?] She won't just dive in my lap The bitch is scuba Get them niggas fed Like that's just a ruler While she hit me with the head Till she get a tumor Face facts if I gotta get the luger You walk around with your face patch richter ruler Guess not I got it in a headlock Your crew already pussy Yall don't need a sex op. Step not imma let the lead pop You speedin, wheelie beam Yall gon' need a rest stop Before you rest in peace Off a couple headshots Put you in a coffin for playin Fuck a xbox Come to guap you hurtin around it [yeah! ] Shape up I run circle around it [squares! ] I don't care These are the verses the spitters fear High as a lire I put the purple up in the air Yeah You in here? your man puff sticky Nah! I don't do orgy You can't fuck with me. Writer!