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who gon stop me! - buskyvg lyrics

[intro]
okay, okay, okay, let’s go

[chorus]
b-tch, i’m back out this motherf-cking coma
got my brother here wit me, bang bang, i’m a soldier, boy
i done told you, boy, she done a lot of boys
but, i’m the man and i’ll motherf-cking show her, boy
b-tch, i’m back out this motherf-cking coma
got my brother here wit me, bang bang, i’m a soldier, boy
i done told you, boy, she done a lot of boys
but, i’m the man and i’ll motherf-cking show her, boy

[verse 1]
30 bands, f-ck it man, running man, huh
50 bands, look it man, bang bang, huh
in the back on it, huh, to the max on it, huh
run it back, run it back, run it back on ‘em, huh
put a rack on it, huh, i don’t lack on it, huh
dealing facts on it, huh, now these facts on it, huh
now, i’m back on it, huh, no cr-p on it, huh
run it back, run it back, run it back on ‘em, huh

[verse 2]
this ship broken, sending pics, they ain’t spoken
top notch, rap sh-t, this our moment
yeah, this our moment
loving one good girl, burning, make an explosion
demotion’s an implosion, sinking with no emotion
no goodnight’s, lil’ girl, i live for the moment
no telling when’s our moment
hopefully my girls stay until the morning (until the morning)
i was pacing in front of a whole nation
i said “well, baby, what we waiting for”
in the fourth floor of a hotel lobby
where shorty called me and said
the bathroom’s all dirty, some sh-t’s red
i replied “it’s okay, just hide in the bed
i’ll be back in 50 minutes, no shows instead”
i’m not laughing, i just find it kind of bad
actually, i was feeling kind of mad
when i turned to her
“those are meds, i’m fed up with fed ex
sending dumb sh-t, almost like my ex
they played it back, on a stack, no cap
saying “oh my god, sh-t’s wack”
she’d played it back like
she’d played it back like

[verse 3]
her sh-t is set, like blood rot
dome, like a head-shot
dawn, she’s f-cking ready
like cold blood, i’m steady
don’t get me wrong
i f-cking hate my songs
don’t you dare test me
shotguns is long
.38 like a rough neck
son, don’t get me upset
this ain’t a f-cking menu
so don’t p-ss me the cash check, the cash check
now that the cash wrecked
b-tch, don’t get me ready
she bound to be a ruff neck

[hook]
who gon’ stop me, huh? f-ck them nikes, huh?
in a white piece, huh? stop it nicely, huh?
who gon’ stop me, huh? f-ck them nikes, huh?
in a white piece, huh? stop it nicely, huh?
who gon’ stop me, huh? f-ck them nikes, huh?
in a white piece, huh? stop it nicely, huh?
who gon’ stop me, huh? f-ck them nikes, huh?
in a white piece, huh? stop it nicely, huh?

- buskyvg lyrics

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