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can’t stop 3 (rip takeoff) - izaya tiji lyrics

[intro]
(i love kape, for real) (pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)
(thr6xpack) (pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop)

[chorus]
all you hear is silence, all you hear is silence
all you hear is poppin’, all you hear is pop
ooh, ooh, ooh
uh*uh, up, uh*uh, up
wrap that boy up like a mummy, wrap ’em up like duck, duck, duck
uh, uh*uh, uh, uh, uh
and that cuzzo’ wrap that boy up, wrap that boy up nice, nice, nice
na*na*na*na*na*na*na*na
y’all not toppin’ that
na*na*na*na*na*na*na*na
na*na*na*na*na*na*na*na
not my type
yeah, na*na*na*na*na*na*na
ah, i can’t stop
take a sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
i need cortisone
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
and this sh*t go dumb
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
record it tonight
ah, ah, na*na*na, ah, ah, na*na*na
ah, ah, na*na*na, ah, yeah, it go dumb
yeah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah
we drop all this in the fall
drop them bodies then go up, uh*uh, up, uh*uh, up
drop them bodies then go up, uh*uh, up, uh*uh, up
[verse]
and we too cold in the bentley , yeah, its there, ah*ah*ah
and white b*tch won’t give me top, i caught her legs, deep in her
i’m gon’ hop up in this sp*ceship like “r.i.p takeoff”
yeah they just might call me racist, oh, i chalk these n*ggas off
boy, don’t put me on your blog, backdoor up you slime*y mug
you n*ggas ran down, thats your fault
truth, b*tch came down, doin’ her job
talk wit’ the k, don’t ruin its fye
hotel, hunnid girl act mine
bro got a switch, yeah, they on the rise
heard everybody got a bl!ck, heard everybody got bible
and the .22 fit, don’t need a marker
clench yo’ throat if you ain’t a rider
knock a snitch out, throw him in the whiter
hop on the track, yuh, feel like i’m carter
hop on the track, yuh, feel like i’m wayne
hi*tech body, yuh, they got some fame
slime yo’ city, ain’t worried ’bout your gang
now ridin’ wit’ her b*tch, and now you got to hate
abg, yeah, she call me “bae”
i ain’t even make it, but i’m just sayin’
triple x on boy, yeah, look like a race
i’m just like punch*star, get shot in the face, yuh
you get so excited to hear this song
why you hear poppin’, ooh, hear the pop
[chorus]
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
wrap that boy up like a mummy, wrap ’em up like duck, duck, duck
uh, uh*uh, uh, uh
and that cuzzo’ wrap that boy up, wrap that boy up nice, nice, nice
na*na*na*na*na*na*na*na
y’all not toppin’ that
na*na*na*na*na*na*na*na
na*na*na*na*na*na*na*na
not my type
yeah, na*na*na*na*na*na*na
ah, i can’t stop
take a sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
i need cortisone
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
and this sh*t go dumb
dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
record it tonight
ah, ah, na*na*na, ah, ah, na*na*na

- izaya tiji lyrics

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