Lyrics Don't Stop - Jay Fizzle, Young Dolph

Don't Stop

Hold up, wait
Paper route frank
Just pulled up at the paper route bank
Paper rout, championship rings
Who me?
Yeah, I’m out of your range
Gangsta bought a G Wagon, not a Range
That girl brain, insane
Your homeboy too lame
Hundred bands, ain’t nothing but a new chain
Tell me another nigga do it like him give a fuck like him ran it up like him
Look like him, he a crook like him
Lamb shook like him, fuck it up like him
Na nigga, we don’t love sluts like film stars, start snitching to get out the
handcuffs like them
Can’t fuck with you if you fucking with them
Sorry, damb
Damn boy, you just don’t stop
If it ain’t a new watch, it’s a new drop
If it ain’t a new drop, it’s a new bitch
If it ain’t a new bitch, it’s a new lick
Bitches in the 488 too lit
Blunt so big, use it for a pool stick
She too thick, no toothpick
Gotta start a dice game at Ruth Chris
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Pull up in a V8 no shirt
Big racks and a Glock 40
Hood nigga say he dont know me ask an og been wrecking shit since I started
walking
Shoot him on sight, no talking
30 in the clip, no pocket
Hood nigga high stay coughing
He dont want problems, keep quiet
We, w hit him up
In the club throwing signs with my fingers up
3 hoes in the room and they finna fuck
Put dick in her mouth
I scream out love but i really be pluckin
Tell my bitches a whole lotta nothing
If you have your hoe nigga you lucky
Me and like it’s Rugby
Lotta steam, crockpot
Whole hundred rounds, let the K pop
Say you trapping, I hope not
One false move nigga get shot
Young rich nigga got a whole lot
Hit her from the back like oo
And she like «don't stop don’t stop don’t stop»
Fizzle!
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop
Don’t stop, don’t stop