Nifty
Nifty - Who Gon' Stop Me songtekst
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Chorus: Man I just woke up Mind on my money Thinkin' bout all them hundreds That I can come up on But The 5-0's comin' They always keep a nigga runnin' My mind is made up Aim to the sky, gotta take flight For the One Time-Time, pop my nine This my time, gotta get mine 24/7 grind, this my life I hope you believe me Cuz I ain't stoppin' till my shit blow up From the floor up, I'mma get it in If you rockin' with a click, throw it up Throw them dubs up, gettin' dividends Nigga who gon' stop me? I'm gunnin' till a motherfucka drop me aye Nigga who gon' stop me? I'm gunnin' till a motherfucka pop me aye Verse: Right off the bat nigga Cook crack nigga Flowin' an immigrant flow Where he at nigga Beat the walls of the beat You know what it is Shittin on you niggas can you smell the kid I don't think they hear me Man I'm cooler than them skinny jeans Pull a ruger on a nigga for offending me I'm on a different scale, color different tone Nappy roots on my dome, need a couple combs, Yeah, I'm a bout it bout it nigga I'm a no limit soldier, I ain't gotta fuckin' limit Plenty wanna be me, but your ho she wanna do me Givin' her the business, put your lips around my dubee Who me? Who me? You ain't speakin to me I'm speakin to myself cuz ain't nobody close to me And the closet nigga to me is them niggas with them boobies Fuck it, you niggas bitches Fuck it, you niggas snitches Chorus Verse: I hope you had a couple seconds Nigga soak it in I'm better than you and your crew and your rappin' friends I'm a beast, I'm a problem, Nope I'm the nigga eatin up all of these motherfuckin' goblins Nigga, ya I'm cooler than you thought Freddy Kruger in ya thoughts All black in your yaught Taking everything you bought From your fitted to your socks Bumbaclock, I ain't never gonna stop, ya dig Snitches never prosper, me I need an Oscar Grammy award nigga, I'm kickin' ya door nigga I'm flowin this way because I'm in 5th ward nigga I'm 5150 don't think you fuckin' with Nifty nigga I'm here And I don't really plan on leavin' U.L.A. he in the back with your bitch and she's dry heavin' Kick Push, Kick Push I ain't Lupe I just really wanna Dick Bush Chorus