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thought i was gonna stop (remix) - papoose lyrics

[intro: papoose]
papoose, papoose

[verse 1: papoose]
while y’all was on ig, i was in the mase’
drop*top, i be in that foreign like i’m fivi’
hustled in your building, and you couldn’t stop me
like the homie jim jones, i be in the lobby
n*gga tried to hit me two times with the shotty
missed me, i dodged both shots, kyrie
do it anywhere, having s*x in the bugatti
n0body couldn’t see us cause the windows got foggy
flames try to rob me, it’s gon’ be a homi’
i hope the president’ll pardon me, i’m sorry
used to move like billy the kid, don’t try me
young gun, i was a yg like yo gotti
this is the remix, i’m loading up three clips
i created the wave, now all of these rappers are seasick
like juicy j, i tell you to your face you can eat a d*ck
we can fight on the stage like bone thugs*n*harmony/three 6
ha!

[interlude: 2 chainz]
collegrove
i would a put a hook right here (yeah!)
but i’m finna snap on all y’all n*ggas
[verse 2: 2 chainz]
when you was on a zoom call, i was at the pool hall
crew tall, big ol’ nuts like blue b*lls
who y’all? when i met the plug in the u*haul
draco like a pool stick, i don’t need a pool ball
y’all n*ggas lying but that’s nothing new to y’all
i don’t care if i call around lunch, it’s still a booty call
trapping, i was too involved, the pistol still my bodyguard
brooklyn, hollygrove and college park
i’m a star like the ceiling the in the r&r
got a couple restaurants, we can go bar for bar
we can go (we can go) we can go (yeah) hardy har’
i throw this paper tag at you from my foreign car
pimping like i’m mally mall (mm) really no thought at all
i got this, i got this b*tch hit from wall*to*wall
i ain’t been dabbin’ on the molly cause of fentanyl
you can ask these cartier glasses, i done seen it all

[interlude: 2 chainz & remy ma]
toni, yeah
2 chainz (rem’)

[verse 3: remy ma]
while y’all was getting u*e, i was still u*p
on a lil yachty with my migos like i’m qc
with my lil baby in peace, spending some qt
i been it, yes, the only nas i heard is from qb
used to shoot groupies, now i shoot movies
and try to stay away from the mickey mouses and goofys
they rap like lil’ paps, yep, they little p*ssies
i don’t care what i say out my mouth, lil boosie
i’m a new york city girl, keep a lil’ uzi
and tell n*ggas, “suck my d*ck”, a lil’ juicy
i get busy, b*tch you can’t do me
do i look like bbd, you hoochie groupie?
thought i was gon’ stop cause all of these wh0res popped
should work for amazon the way all of ’em throw box
these b*tches is all thots
and everything i do, they rolex, piguet and patek, they all watch
[verse 4: busta rhymes]
yo, you don’t really want it fam, make you do the running man
and bag your b*tch, head she give was better in the cullinan
everything i touch, i make it hot until your color tanned
hard of hearing n*gga, see the bl!cka make ya understand
quick to see ya blow the money, sick about a hundred grand
still the type to wrap a hundred grand in couple rubber band
’til you do the chillin’, send that message to his other man
so unfortunate that most you n*ggas do not know the plan
while i pour this liquor, see the weapon in my other hand
step in like a giant when you n*ggas had the contraband
d*mn, holy and sacred like the motherland
making movies you been watching over like it’s on demand
me on fire ’til they hot and tired and i bought a fan
pffftt, a lot of water pouring out they glands
no permission i be in the kitchen with the pots and pans
pap’, i got ’em, let me pop and put ‘em in a jam

[verse 5: lil wayne]
while y’all been on tiktok, i been on b.i.g., pac
big glock, it’s alfred hitchc*ck, get your kid rocked
silk shock a n*gga like p brother, tree lover
fell in love with a b*tch, my b*tch just told me she love her
we run it, been running this sh*t, i can’t feel my legs
your brother got them birds, have my n*ggas come and steal his eggs
i be on a million meds, i can put your doctor on
dana white diamonds on, stones look like a octagon
can’t stop, f*ck you if you think not
the gun pop, the gun ring, you suck it like a ring pop
had to do my thing, pap, had to let the snub blap
riding ’til the wheels fall off, no hub cap
all this mud in my cup and i don’t need no mud flaps
i don’t need no hug, dap, i don’t need no rug rats
so she gon’ have to chug that
i’m like tom brady, still ballin’ where the bucs at
young money, young man, ym

- papoose lyrics

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