Dubee - It Don't Stop lyrics

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Dubee - It Don't Stop lyrics

Verse One: (Free Throw) Well let me introduce myself A young go getter mind locked on havin' wealth Livin' wild with this thug style, I got these hoes Tuggin' all on my Avirex clothes A young brown Mafioso, I put my foot through the door Infrared light smilin' title, desert eagle 4-4 Layin' Cubans on the floor I send my ghetto troopers to the mother load To snatch a bottle of A-1 yo I'm hearin' rapid fire through the house Eternal warfare with heavy weaponry Me and my soldiers ain't scared You get a bullet to the head in trainin' if you don't aim for the head So I know my young shooters left somebody dead around the corner Plus got the yola out the trunk bendin' over Its daytime I can't wait till it turns to night Cause that's the time when ghetto stars come out and shine Verse Two: (D-Milli) Quicker than outlaws I draw on haters with Glocks and techs Buckin' at undercover agents dippin' off quick in the lex That's my trigger finger f** 'em lets bring the heat to the street Gave him one to the head and there he dead eternally asleep Deep in this cold world where there's no love, what the f** should I do? People be k**in' they family for yola not trustin' in you But now I'm teachin' you some ackrite With forty-fives and flashlights f**in' around with thug n***as And drug dealers Manajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the drop k**in' haters that act hard n***a like it or not Cause it's a hold up, your hands go up real slow Should've told ya that I'm a soldier who k**s hoes Pullin' no mercy on these busters ain't no callin' the cops And my nine is comin' to f** you n***a ballin' or not Verse Three: (Dubee) I'm off in this sh** like Mr. Hanky, Janky, but when it gets stanky Time to rape fiends, my n***as take G's, make G's, but it ain't free Pimp n***as laced me when I was a baby, how to slang D And stained me, a s** ya up n***a lip locked but I can't speak Now it's crazy, n***as be lazy, imbecilic, milli vanillic Can't speak on it but I feel it, I'm the villain stealin' scrillion Convo be thrillin' your brain waves get to healin' Just to reach out and touch you Train of thought make a k**in', Soldiers willin' So I do it for thug n***as and drug dealers through the snow and rain Focused on fetti f** how it came, steady remain Paper over hoes, and stay on my toes And air these n***as out like sandals Blow 'em out like candles Handle my business and listen to my theezo And in this thuggin' category I keep it sharp as a needle Breathe on busters and bust the tech and make it go blah blah Funkin' with cops and duckin' the law play boy it won't stop

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