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wont stop - p3rcc lyrics

wont stop lyrics
[intro]
yuki production
yea, aye
yea
yea, yea
yea

[verse 1]
i gave her some d*ck, she callin’ me da da
nah shut the f*ck up, b*tch im not your papa
and these bullets connecting like wifi
and i feel like a sheep, cause i told that b*tch ba ba
and im making these plays work like magic with the pack
that sh*t disappearin’ like tada
got a chop and that sh*t go grah grah
leave that boy like he played in some tie dye
im k!llin these beats, call me perky columbine
said you getting b*tches, boy you is a funny guy
on my way to the bank, im laughing like haha
and your b*tch in the telly like gaga
rollin that stank, im smokin’ that zaza
i heard your last song, that sh*t was so caca
whatever you doin’ need to d*mn stop
i showed him the glock, then that n*gga heart stopped
he askin’ like what is that sh*t on my head?
b*tch it’s not a pimple, lil b*tch it’s a red dot
and i coulda swore this was a playground
cause the way my glock made that boy hopscotch
and i coulda swore he was a dancer
when i shoot my glock he dance like a tiktok
not talkin bout my gunna, my plug got them p’s
he pushin’ that sh*t and it won’t stop
[verse 2]
yea, i’ma do that boy dirty
i’ma leave that boy in the street hurtin’
i got a chop by my side, put me a clip on that b*tch
now that sh*t hold a hundred
i pop on the scene, with sh*t you never seen
these n*ggas like, “perc boy you stunning”
we k!ll that lil boy then we dump ‘em
these n*ggas be hating, but f*ck ‘em
these n*ggas gon’ sit in the house and hate
but n*gga they came when im thumbing
he talkin’ too reckless, he talkin’ too tough
we pull up my n*ggas gon’ slump em
i run through this money, i f*ck up these commas
i feel like a n*gga is cumming

[outro]
why dont you want me like these other boys do?
they stare at me while i stare at*

- p3rcc lyrics

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