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Artiste : Lil Wayne
Titre : Thought I Was Gonna Stop
[Papoose]
While y´all was on Clubhouse, I was in the dugout
Waiting to get up to bat and knock a home run out
Noriega thugged out, walking with my snub out
No serial numbers on the side, they was rubbed out

I give you a blood bath, then I let the blood out
Pull the stopper out of the bottom and drain the tub out
Know my way through any hood, nigga what you talm´ ´bout?
You follow the GPS, I just took the thug route
Eighteen years, can´t wait ´til they let my cuz out
Couldn´t believe it when the words came out the judge mouth
Had to use candles ´cause we blew the lightbulbs out
Sleeping on a bum couch, I live in a drug housе
He said I ain´t like that, man that nigga bugged out
Likе what? Nigga, I´ll shoot your fuckin´ mug out
Momma said, "Pull your pants up", I got cussed out

Used to wear my sneakers like Jordan with the tongue out

[Papoose]
Thought I was gon´ stop? I´m offin´ ´em off top
I´m the talk of New York, I walk with the hawk and the four cocked
Make all of ´em call cops, they frozen, they broads stop
This shit doggin´, make sure when I let it off, it´s a sure shot
Heard his crib is like Fort Knox, who said I was gon´ knock?
Using force on the door, so I´m gon´ give him a bald spot
I´m slaughtering all opps, I´m ordering more blocks
Like Optimus in his prime, I´m strong as an Autobot, ha!

[Lil Wayne]
While y´all been on TikTok, I been on B.I.G., Pac
Big Glock, it´s Alfred Hitchcock, get your kid rocked
Silk shock a nigga like P brother, tree lover
Fell in love with a bitch, my bitch just told me she love her
We run it, been running this shit, I can´t feel my legs
Your brother got them birds, have my niggas come and steal his eggs
I be on a million meds, I can put your doctor on
Dana White diamonds on, stones look like a octagon
Can´t stop, fuck you if you think not
The gun pop, the gun ring, you suck it like a ring pop

Had to do my thing, Pap, had to let the snub blap
Riding ´til the wheels fall off, no hub cap
All this mud in my cup and I don´t need no mud flaps
I don´t need no hug, dap, I don´t need no rug rats
So she gon´ have to chug that
I´m like Tom Brady, still ballin´ where the Bucks at
Young Money, young man, YM