Can`t Stop Me — текст песни (Tela)

[Tela]
I`m off this red-eye shit
Lost thinkers ain`t seen shit
My bitch bowlegged and shit
Thick thighs with them hazel eyes
Smell the air, the night is mine
You busters think I`m lyin
I`m fin` to go in this casino now
and lean up on them tables, why?

Compulsive gambler with a compulsive hammer
Bitches be takin pictures with the get`em`hoe cameras
By this time a lot of niggaz got enter
Throw my shit `cross to the pit boss Montana
Comin out cause I`m feelin real good
with a look like, Bitch I wish you would
try to slow my roll, hold me up
It ain`t gon` go, not this time bitch no
I`m back up in this hoe, for the lights
I want them D`s, the titles, the rights
I`m laughin loud cause I`m feelin real nice
I spins around in my chair twice
I tap the pad part real real hard
This table heah, y`all can just disregard
YOU hoes need to keep on walkin
cause y`all gon` fuck me up with all that talkin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Can`t, stop me baby I`ma baller baby
I`m too hot to ladies play-boys baby
Can`t, break me baby cause I`m paper baby
Can`t, hate me baby gotta love you baby
Can we ball? Where my dogs?
Where my broads? (Hook us up) Alla y`all
Can we ball? Where my dogs?
Where my broads? Alla y`all

[Tela]
I started last night but now it`s sunny
Long run like Marie in Dunny(??)
Bitch on the side buggin, look honey
All I`m thinkin is, big money
Pussy don`t come poke I don`t fuck if I`m broke
That`s how half these niggaz done, lost they stroke
Now, slide them lights and blow on my throw I
shakes `em twice through the air they float, point
Twenty-five on the line (6 the easy way)
Thirteen in the field, 50 odds, oh my God
My whole table charged
I picks up a hundred eighty-eight yards
Sparks, balloons, room, V.I.P. cards
(Hook us up) You fuckers think y`all smart
Who sent y`all? Hey fuck y`all
Fuck these cards, I`m outta Dodge

[Chorus]

[Tela]
Towards the do` my ass done stopped
You guessed it, I`m at them slots
I drops two rubber bands, why not?
I`m up a hand at the MG Grand
Two mo` honeybuns the whole shit locked
Big guns, seven across, jackpot
My ass is hot, I`m heated
I`m scorch, I`m holdin it down, I`m runnin the court
In other words to make a long story short
.. I know the fuckin sport
I got the owner bout to shit his shorts
I got the city on life support
After this run I`ma sit and soak
Cause after this run, ain`t SHIT broke
After this run, I don`t need to smoke
I`ma get a bitch and get throwed on the boat



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