| Double cup, double cup
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Blowin' paper, gettin' guap
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Pop that pussy, throw that ass
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| She don’t know how to stop
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| My name stay up in your fuckin' mouth
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| You don’t know how to stop
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| How to stop, how to stop
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Do a hundred on the dash
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Turnin' heads in that foreign
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| You been fake all your fuckin' life
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| You don’t know how to stop
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| I got hoes on the north
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| I got bitches in the swat
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| Club Godzilla, ain’t nobody trilla
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| Double cup what we drink
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| Hit your gal from the back
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| Then wash my dick in the sink
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| Throw that mothafuckin «H» up
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| I threw fours on a Benz
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| If she sittin' on that pussy
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| I’ma probably fuck her friend
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| Got rich by my fuckin' self
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| It’s gonna be that way to the end
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| In first grade you couldn’t play with my ninja turtles
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| Still fuck a friend
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| Stackin paper, stackin' stackin' paper
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Never understood snitchin'
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| I don’t know how to cop (police!)
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| Throw that ass for a real nigga
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| She don’t know how to stop
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| All my niggas, they all kill niggas
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| They don’t know how to stop
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| Double cup, double cup
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Blowin' paper, gettin' guap
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Pop that pussy, throw that ass
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| She don’t know how to stop
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| My name stay up in your fuckin' mouth
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| You don’t know how to stop
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| How to stop, how to stop
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Do a hundred on the dash
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Turnin' heads in that foreign
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| You been fake all your fuckin' life
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| You don’t know how to stop
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| Ran it up, ran it up, ran it up
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| I got work out on the hill
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| All my lil' partners on pills
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| Hammer took out, will get killed
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| Ain’t no limits but a nigga time
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| Too busy countin' this scrill
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| This cup I got cost me a grip
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| I can’t let an ounce of it spill
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| Whip this cake and bring you plenty envy
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| Niggas hatin', keep the semi with me
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| Checkin on her, thinkin' she a dime
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| To me these hoes ain’t worth a pretty penny
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| I done made it out the inner city
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| They ain’t think that I would come this far
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| I was hittin' stains in my auntie car
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| I could pull up on you like a
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| Now you see the sparkles comin' out the watch
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| Seen those cars that come without the top
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| Wanna know just how I’m coppin' drops
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| I could tell you, but I’m probably not
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| I can tell you been around the block and need less miles
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| Comin' slower than a reptile
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| Gettin' high, boy let downs
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| So you know about me
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| Double cup, double cup
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Blowin' paper, gettin' guap
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Pop that pussy, throw that ass
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| She don’t know how to stop
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| My name stay up in your fuckin' mouth
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| You don’t know how to stop
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| How to stop, how to stop
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Do a hundred on the dash
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| Turnin' heads in that foreign
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| I don’t know how to stop
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| You been fake all your fuckin' life
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| You don’t know how to stop
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| Club God, Club God
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| Club God, Club God
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| Club God, Club God
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| Club God, Club God |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How 2 Stop, artist - BeatKing. Album song Club God 5, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп