d. paul why stop şarkı sözleri

It's crazy how some people can hear this, and think they know what to say, but they don't know what to say Nuts This right here though, this? Bars Ayy, tell me why stop? Like a locomotive still punching the time clock As long as Hip-Hop is in my watch You're in good hands like All-State My God Better check your car underneath for pipe bombs They're telling me"Dom, we want you to change to the old you!" You couldn't get Superman to change in a phone booth I'll cut your head off and leave your body in a ditch How I wear aprons and wash dishes, but you're the bigger bitch? Suck my fucking dick if you're not Corleone All you kids annoy me, like a guilty conscience You can't avoid me My mama probably wishes she could go abort me Burned trees at 13, snorted coke at 14 Straight masochist, in the Windy City getting blown She told me she wanna slit my throat while I'm getting choked Your mom would probably be hotter if she wore makeup The first man on earth to curve Jenna Ortega Seen her, beep twice and I wave Smoke weed at least three times in a day So every night I'm awake, insomniac crap In the back asking where the fucking Cognac's at Taking zombie cat naps Here's what I need to sleep Give me a pocket full of Xannies, then I'll see you in a week Didn't wanna come to this, like post-nut clarity Now I'll see you all in therapy, beware of me We have to do it again For people who think it's a fluke, you have to do it again One more time, let's go I'm never giving in to fear Nobody could interfere By 2020, I made sure my vision was crystal clear I was caught up with the women No kidding, but listen here I am no magician, but I'll make a trick disappear And here's another thing I'm done with you dumb motherfuckers Belittle me, you better be a midget stunt double Mad cause I'm chasing my dreams since I was 15 A fiend for the green, I needed a limousine Cause word to you bitches I'm coming back on that ass (pause) I swear to God I'm a spaz None of y'all will last (Nah) My last draw on a cig, and then I'll smoke you I get the paper, boy, I'm fucking throwing out the old news I dare you tell me not to puff my chest out Leave you foaming at the mouth for trying to get clout In fact, I seen him last week at the spaghetti diner You thinking that you fresh cause you dressing Eddie Bauer? Bitch, please You got an allowance, you hating doubter You want too many uppers just to be a Debbie Downer, fucking coward And all you bums that love to disrespect me Diss directly Otherwise, you're just projecting Your lukewarm disses, getting sick of the truth Sneak dissing me with some girls bigger than you But either way, it's me and the clique Business as ush And if you wanna hang, fucking tell them bring me the noose
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