| Can’t stop, you can’t stop
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| Can’t, can’t stop, you can’t stop my love
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| Can’t stop, you can’t stop my love
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| Can’t stop, you can’t stop
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| Can’t, can’t stop, you can’t stop my love
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| Can’t stop, you can’t stop my love
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| Everything she was doin’was cool, but it ain’t Ralph though
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| Might have gave me head in the pool, that ain’t your mouth though
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| Might have caught you clappin’every Sunday at church
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| You still ratchet cause they play your favorite song and you twerk
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| Designer purse on your arm, 'bout the size of a duffle bag
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| And them brand new titties cost a couple racks
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| Feelin’on a girl’s ass with a troubled past
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| Chainsmokin’every day, at least a couple packs
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| You know I always hit you deeper than a baritone
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| Bone you with my jewelry on, that’s a herringbone
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| Hotter than Arizon', fresher than aerosol
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| These condom rappin’ass niggas wasn’t ever raw
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| It’s aiight but it ain’t Ralph though
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| And unless your money talkin’keep your mouth closed
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| We smokin’indo outdoor, in Palo Alto
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| If this party ain’t got hoes my intro’s my outro
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| Can’t stop, you can’t stop
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| Can’t, can’t stop, you can’t stop my love
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| Can’t stop, you can’t stop my love
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| Can’t stop, you can’t stop
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| Can’t, can’t stop, you can’t stop my love
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| Can’t stop, you can’t stop my love |