paroles de chanson No Stop - Sugarboy Big T

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It's Franky Lawson on the mix

Don't want no new friends, baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt, exotic smokin' for real
Gang shit, no lame shit, all my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot, racks on racks, ain't no stop
Don't want no new friends, baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt, exotic smokin' for real
Gang shit, no lame shit, all my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot, racks on racks, ain't no stop

Nigga I pop shit, I'm on some new shit
I swear to God, everything's lit
Nigga, I drop shit, I'm gettin' paid
Big hustler, we servin' crack
Pull up to your house like motherfucker cops
Nigga where the cash at, pussy where the bag at
The plug I mean it, the money I make it rain
Percocet I drink, the lick I hit it too
Nigga don't fuck wrong, we smoke strong
I'm up now, Choppa put you down (down)
I'm going hard trading all these packs
I'm living reckless, baby call me a hitta

Don't want no new friends, baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt, exotic smokin' for real
Gang shit, no lame shit, all my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot, racks on racks, ain't no stop
Don't want no new friends, baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt, exotic smokin' for real
Gang shit, no lame shit, all my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot, racks on racks, ain't no stop

Nigga I pop shit, I'm on some new shit
I swear to God, everything's lit
Nigga, I drop shit, I'm getting paid
Big T in this bitch

Damn, I'm in the street selling drugs
Watchout for your boys, everybody's chasin' clouds (clouds)
Pushin' shit back like a big gamer
Pull up back to back and y'all bitches want my dick
Hit them from the back, oh lord, that's a fact (fact)
223, spin the opps block (opps block)
You better know your place nigga
You better know your place nigga
Lil nigga, big glocks, no face, no case
Lil nigga, real money, I'm a boss baby
I'm strapped up, move around, that's a dead body
I'm ballin' on these niggas, don't play with these niggas

Don't want no new friends, baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt, exotic smokin' for real
Gang shit, no lame shit, all my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot, racks on racks, ain't no stop
Don't want no new friends, baby, all my niggas real
Pass me the blunt, exotic smokin' for real
Gang shit, no lame shit, all my ladies bad
Pull up to the spot, racks on racks, ain't no stop

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