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beat king - how 2 stop lyrics
[hook]
double cup, double cup
i don’t know how to stop
blowin’ paper, gettin’ guap
i don’t know how to stop
pop that p-ssy, throw that -ss
she don’t know how to stop
my name stay up in your f-ckin’ mouth
you don’t know how to stop
how to stop, how to stop
i don’t know how to stop
do a hundred on the dash
i don’t know how to stop
turnin’ heads in that foreign
i don’t know how to stop
you been fake all your f-ckin’ life
you don’t know how to stop
[verse 1 – beatking]
i don’t know how to stop
i got hoes on the north
i got b-tches in the swat
club godzilla, ain’t n0body trilla
double cup what we drink
hit your gal from the back
then wash my d-ck in the sink
throw that mothaf-ckin “h” up
i threw fours on a benz
if she sittin’ on that p-ssy
i’ma probably f-ck her friend
got rich by my f-ckin’ self
it’s gonna be that way to the end
in first grade you couldn’t play with my ninja turtles
still f-ck a friend
stackin paper, stackin’ stackin’ paper
i don’t know how to stop
never understood snitchin’
i don’t know how to cop (police!)
throw that -ss for a real n-gga
she don’t know how to stop
all my n-ggas, they all k!ll n-ggas
they don’t know how to stop
[hook]
double cup, double cup
i don’t know how to stop
blowin’ paper, gettin’ guap
i don’t know how to stop
pop that p-ssy, throw that -ss
she don’t know how to stop
my name stay up in your f-ckin’ mouth
you don’t know how to stop
how to stop, how to stop
i don’t know how to stop
do a hundred on the dash
i don’t know how to stop
turnin’ heads in that foreign
i don’t know how to stop
you been fake all your f-ckin’ life
you don’t know how to stop
[verse 2 – short dawg]
ran it up, ran it up, ran it up
i got work out on the hill
all my lil’ partners on pills
hammer took out, will get k!lled
ain’t no limits but a n-gga time
too busy countin’ this scrill
this cup i got cost me a grip
i can’t let an ounce of it spill
whip this cake and bring you plenty envy
n-ggas hatin’, keep the semi with me
checkin on her, thinkin’ she a dime
to me these hoes ain’t worth a pretty penny
i done made it out the inner city
they ain’t think that i would come this far
i was hittin’ stains in my auntie car
i could pull up on you like a [?]
now you see the sparkles comin’ out the watch
seen those cars that come without the top
wanna know just how i’m coppin’ drops
i could tell you, but i’m probably not
i can tell you been around the block and need less miles
comin’ slower than a reptile
gettin’ high, boy let downs
so you know about me
[hook]
double cup, double cup
i don’t know how to stop
blowin’ paper, gettin’ guap
i don’t know how to stop
pop that p-ssy, throw that -ss
she don’t know how to stop
my name stay up in your f-ckin’ mouth
you don’t know how to stop
how to stop, how to stop
i don’t know how to stop
do a hundred on the dash
i don’t know how to stop
turnin’ heads in that foreign
i don’t know how to stop
you been fake all your f-ckin’ life
you don’t know how to stop
[outro]
club god, club god
club god, club god
club god, club god
club god, club god
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