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lirik lagu not stopping – king tel

i’m not stopping no
i’m not stopping no
who gone stop me no one

who gone stop me no one
i don’t see n0body, on my way to the top
40 loaded with the chamber c*ck
god see the vision
he know i’m not gone stop
devil in the way
he know i’m gone pop
i’m not stopping no
who gone stop me no one

i’m the best to do it, i’ll shoot at will
kryptonite k!ll the man of steel
heavyweight, go pound 4 pound
couple of jabs, you gotta man down
so c*cky like i took a pill
p*ssy is free, i don’t do the bill
pop bottles i don’t do rounds
i’m so clutch like i’m out of bounds
i dun been down, but i came up
watch the weakest n*ggas put they hands up
i don’t follow trend, imma trendsetter
make the p*ssy squirt, and her ass fatter
they can’t stop me when i’m way up
can’t even see me when the jets up
told little b*tch, you gotta make me better
she said choke her up, that made her wetter
i’m fly as sh*t, george jetson
he got a gun, you the first to run
when you got the bag, you don’t need to flex
f*ck the p*ssy up, that’s bowflex
a little warm up, no workout
just aim and squeeze, take ya man out
you want the fame, you chasing clout
you’ll sell ya soul for the right amount
you chasing dreams with no dreams
little poor b*tch always looking mean
how you paper chasing with no green
how you the man on ya block with no team
you a loser, you don’t know nothing about winning
pocket flat, you don’t know about spending
slow ass car, you don’t know about speeding
dumb ass n*gga, you ain’t never succeeding

i’m not stopping no
i’m not stopping no
who gone stop me no one
who gone stop me no one
i don’t see n0body, on my way to the top
40 loaded with the chamber c*ck
god see the vision
he know i’m not gone stop
devil in the way
he know i’m gone pop
i’m not stopping no
who gone stop me no one

ain’t no stopping me, b*tch i’m the juggernaut
get ran through, what the f*ck you thought
how to mix the soda, that sh*t was taught
brick to brick, that sh*t was bought
n*gga like me, do change ups
foreign whip when i pull up
bad b*tch when she stand up
that big mag when i strap up
foot on the gas, i will not stop
five to the head, i will not stop
bad time, i do body drops
no love, no tears drops
brains hanging out like airpods
it’s to late to believe in god
masked on when it’s time rob
put the barrel in ya face you wanna see god
i f*ck yo momma and yo b*tch too
better be lucky i ain’t shoot your son too
i ain’t the n*gga she come run too
i only f*ck the b*tch when she mad at you
don’t trust these b*tches or these n*ggas neither
not that sis bro sh*t either
little fat b*tch look like peter
catch these hot bullets, gotta fever
mixed couple
jungle fever
sub*zero
with the heater
ohhh she a d*ck eater
run up on you like cheater
dashboard 260
off a n*gga 350
i’m on the way when i get that call
only f*cked ya b*tch for the 40 ball

- king tel

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