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Thought I Was Gonna Stop (Remix|Explicit) - Papoose/2 Chainz/Remy Ma/Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)
Lyrics by：Willie Mackie
Composed by：Willie Mackie
Papoose Papoose
While y'all was on IG I was in the Mase'
Drop top I be in that foreign like I'm fivi'
Hustled in your building and you couldn't stop me
Like the homie Jim Jones I be in the lobby
N***a tried to hit me two times with the shotty
Missed me I dodged both shots Kyrie
Do it anywhere having s*x in the Bugatti
Nobody couldn't see us 'cause the windows got foggy
Flames try to rob me it's gon' be a homi'
I hope the president'll pardon me I'm sorry
Used to move like Billy the Kid don't try me
Young gun I was a YG like Yo Gotti
This is the remix I'm loadin' up three clips
I created the wave now all of these rappers are seasick
Like Juicy J I tell you to your face you can eat a d**k
We can fight on the stage like Bone Thugs n Harmony Three 6 ha
ColleGrove
I would a put a hook right here
Yeah
But I'm finna snap on all y'all n***as
When you was on a Zoom call I was at the pool hall
Crew tall big ol' nuts like blue balls
Who y'all
When I met the plug in the U Haul
Draco like a pool stick I don't need a pool ball
Y'all n***as lame but that's nothin' new to y'all
I don't care if I call around lunch it's still a booty call
Trappin' I was too involved the pistol still my bodyguard
Brooklyn Hollygrove and College Park
I'm a star like the ceiling the in the R&R
Got a couple restaurants we can go bar for bar
We can go
We can go
We can go
Yeah
Hardy har'
I throw this paper tag at you from my foreign car
Pimpin' like I'm Mally Mall
Mm
Really no thought at all
I got this I got this b***h hit from wall to wall
I ain't been dabbin' on the molly 'cause of fentanyl
You can ask these Cartier glasses I done seen it all
Toni yeah
2 Chainz
While y'all was getting U E I was still U P
On a Lil Yachty with my Migos like I'm QC
With my Lil Baby in peace spending some QT
I been it yes the only Nas I heard is from QB
Used to shoot groupies now I shoot movies
And try to stay away from the Mickey Mouses and Goofys
They rap like lil' Paps yep they little pussies
I don't care what I say out my mouth Lil Boosie
I'm a New York City girl keep a lil' Uzi
And tell n***as Suck my d**k a lil' juicy
I get busy b***h you can't do me
Do I look like BBD you hoochie groupie
Thought I was gon' stop cause all of these whores popped
Should work for Amazon the way all of 'em throw box
These b***hes is all thots
And everything I do they Rolex Piguet and Patek they all watch
Yo you don't really want it fam make you do the Runnin' Man
And bag your b***h head she give was better in the Cullinan
Everything I touch I make it hot until your color tanned
Hard of hearing n***a see the blicka make ya understand
Quick to see ya blow the money sick about a hundred grand
Still the type to wrap a hundred grand in couple rubber band
Tell your dude to chill and send that message to his other man
So unfortunate that most you n***as do not know the plan
While I pour this liquor see the weapon in my other hand
Step in like a giant when you n***as had the contraband
D**n holy and sacred like the motherland
Making movies you been watching over like it's on demand
Me on fire 'til they hot and tired and I bought a fan
Pffftt a lot of water pourin' out they glands
No permission I be in the kitchen with the pots and pans
Pap' I got 'em let me pop and put 'em in a jam
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 n***a like P brother tree lover
Fell in love with a b***h my b***h just told me she love her
We run it been runnin' this s**t I can't feel my legs
Your brother got them birds have my n***as 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 f**k 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
Ridin' '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 rugrats
So she gon' have to chug that
I'm like Tom Brady still ballin' where the Bucs at
Young Money young man YM