lirik lagu dreadchapo - can’t stop, won’t stop
[chorus]
can’t stop, won’t stop
pocket full of money
riding on my wave
and i can’t stop, won’t stop
smoking on that god pack
flying to the bag
i’on got no jet lag
i’m tryna be great
why you hating with your b-tch -ss
all ’bout that action
i’on believe that chit-chat
my skin intimidating
melanin make them so mad
i gotta work harder just because
my skin black
but you know i can’t stop won’t stop
[verse 1]
hold up wait a minute, y’all thought i was finished?
smoking on these cookies, ’til a n-gga incoherent
they tryna stop the wave and get washed up in the vectors
these n-ggas act like pimples, poppin’ under pressure
feeling like t-mac way back in ’03
i ain’t on no bullsh-t, that was the old me
doing what i want f-ck, what you think ’bout me
at the end of the day, only god can judge me, ayy
smoking on that pack, rolling off a molly
flyin’ to the stack, if you get left, no i’m not sorry
should’ve stop playin’ games, you didn’t know i been ballin’
aura got me shinin’, aura got you squinting
cookies me reekin’, locked up like san quentin
b-tch i’m never quitting, guaranteed i’m winnin’
balling i’m like pippen, chapo never simpin’
b-tch i’m too wavy, you wonder how i get it
[chorus]
can’t stop, won’t stop
pocket full of money
riding on my wave
and i can’t stop, won’t stop
smoking on that god pack
flying to the bag
i’on got no jet lag
i’m tryna be great
why you hating with your b-tch -ss
all ’bout that action
i’on believe that chit-chat
my skin intimidating
melanin make them so mad
i gotta work harder just because
my skin black
but you know i can’t stop won’t stop
[verse 1]
you know who it is, b-tch it’s the wavy wonder
smoking on that loud, make you wake up out your slumber
b-tch i’m from la everyday, we in the summer
b-tch i’m from l.a., my pack loud like some thunder
hypland with the forces, b-tches askin’ for my number
dreads long hang time, like vince carter
jumping over compet-tion, i don’t care if you taller
i ain’t holding back, i’ll rather die as a martyr, ayy!
i’m thinking of a master plan, ’cause ain’t nothin’ but sweat in my hands, yeah yeah
clutch time clock finna hit triple zip
so i need know if you really with the sh-ts
taking what i get ain’t too much dip on my chip
i need to be paid in full b-tch i want all of it
my pockets hungry and they need to get fed
i’m workin’ to be great even when i’m dead
i put that on my dreads
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