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Big Scarr – Don’t Stop Lyrics

Don’t Stop Lyrics – Big Scarr

Tahj Money
Yeah, Frozone
Mmm, mmm, uh
Yah, uh, yah

Shows comin’ in, but the peace don’t stop (Peace don’t stop)
[?] rate charge on the Glock (On the Glock), big micro put a nigga in the box (Put him on box)
The Xan, the track run, double Gs on my socks (On my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain’t duckin’ no smoke (No, no, no)
All the time we runnin’ away was from the stop (Get it off)
I was really thuggin’ in the streets, only time on the porch when the box finna drop
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch (Boogers in the watch)
[?] had to dream ’bout the guap (Dream ’bout the guap)
Decapitate a nigga, leave his brains one spot (Brains in one spot)
Contaminate a Glock, fresh bullet from a opp (Yeah, opp)
Nigga, we ain’t squashin’ no beef (No, no), spin again (No) and again (No, no) ’til somebody ass drop (Gotta drop)
You would’ve been dead, but you workin’ with the cops (Workin’ with the cops)

Uh (What?), yuh (Yuh), certified shooters on point like a sniper (Shooters on go)
Fuck the Hellcat, pull up in a viper (Yoom)
She beggin’ kness, now he gotta wear diapers
Christian Loub’ shoes bleed red like a cycle (Drip)
And nah, I want the peace to the mil’, hit the road, yeah, I still overnight ’em (No shit)
We ain’t savin’ hoes, yeah, we only one-night ’em (Yah)
I just wanna fuck you, a ho gon’ hold the title (Hold the title)
[?] jeans, ‘member paints fit tighter (Paint fit tighter)
I can charge one fity [?] like the [?]
Prolly call with the business, see [?]
Free my dawgs out the pen, I’m on the Rolls still ridin’ (Yuh)
Can’t tell me out or North on New York with them sticks in the street, fuck Rikers (Yuh)
Ride with them choppers like bikers (Like bikers)
Shoot shit up, I feel bad for a fighter (For a fighter)
Real street nigga, you a Facebook typo (You a typo)
Ridin’ with the gang, right or wrong, you in danger (Yuh, yuh)
We keep clientele, I don’t really serve strangers (No, no)
Shooters on go, hell nah, can’t tame ’em (Brrt)
Smokin’ with the woof, at least can’t name it (Can’t name)
I was down bad in the trap, I done came over (I done came over)
Reach for this chain, guarantee you get flamed up (Brrt), uh, brrt

Shows comin’ in, but the peace don’t stop (Peace don’t stop)
[?] rate charge on the Glock (On the Glock), big micro put a nigga in the box (Put him on box)
The Xan, the track run, double Gs on my socks (On my socks)
Uh, nigga, we ain’t duckin’ no smoke (No, no, no)
All the time we runnin’ away was from the stop (Get it off)
I was really thuggin’ in the streets, only time on the porch when the box finna drop
Crybaby, snotty nose, boogers in the watch (Boogers in the watch)
[?] had to dream ’bout the guap (Dream ’bout the guap)
Decapitate a nigga, leave his brains in one spot (In one spot)
Contaminate a Glock, fresh bullet from a opp (Yup, a opp)
Nigga, we ain’t squashin’ no beef (No, no), spin again (No) and again (No, no) ’til somebody ass drop (Gotta drop)
You would’ve been dead, but you workin’ with the cops (With the cops)

Bitch-ass nigga, yah
Mmm, yah, yah, yah

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