Song parody of
Who Gone Stop Me
by Mr Chris
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Hook:
Bouncing thru this bitch like I’m a gansta who gone stop me.
Shoot shit up like Rambo
Box shit up like Rocky
Messy like them hoes bitch
Who the fuck gone pop me
Strapped up at my shows bitch who the fuck gone pop me.
Bitch I’m get doe nigga who the fuck gone stop me
Get you smash for a lil roll nigga who the fuck gone stop me.
Bouncing thru this bitch like I’m a gansta feel that.
You niggas banana head come here let me peel that.
You niggas some hoes where the fuck the trill at.
Cock back wit that right swing straight to where yo grill at.
Talking all that gansta shit nigga where you steel at.
You ain’t finna kill nuin kill that.
Feel like I ain’t high enough
Tell um bring a bottle where the pills at.
I see fish I got my rod I’m finna reel that.
If ion catch you bitch I’m going straight to where you chill at.
Send them shooters to yo house where you live at.
Bitch I’m going Rocky beat cho yo ass who tf gone stop me.
Nice set of hands but my belly big and sloppy.
Ain’t got on no vest I shoot good.
Flashing my lil roll while I rep my fuckn hood.
Niggas screaming war we gone get that understood.
I ain’t crispy cream but when that light on bitch is good.
Big dawg keep on talking shit go get yo big dawg
Bet I gun em down in front a big crowd.
Fat Chris be trippn aye get off my dick y’all.
I ain’t in the draft but I’m the number one pick.
If I was a dog then I would prolly be a pit y’all.
I ain’t a Conner back but I can get cha pack picked off.
Bitch get out you feelings you gone let that hoe get you in some shit dawg.
Record her from the back while I hit dawg.
Shoot shit up like Rambo
Fuck wit mr Chris and it’s a gamble.
Get to thinking bout lil doo and get in camo.
Thirty in this bitch one in my pocket I ain’t running out of ammo
Slow a nigga down like a camel
Flexin in this bitch you prolly die
All them niggas wit you nare one of them gone ride.
I can do this sober you a Killa when you high.
Put chu on a shirt so I can see yo mama cry
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Hook:
Bouncing thru this bitch like I’m a gansta who gone stop me.
Shoot shit up like Rambo
Box shit up like Rocky
Messy like them hoes bitch
Who the fuck gone pop me
Strapped up at my shows bitch who the fuck gone pop me.
Bitch I’m get doe nigga who the fuck gone stop me
Get you smash for a lil roll nigga who the fuck gone stop me.
Bouncing thru this bitch like I’m a gansta feel that.
You niggas banana head come here let me peel that.
You niggas some hoes where the fuck the trill at.
Cock back wit that right swing straight to where yo grill at.
Talking all that gansta shit nigga where you steel at.
You ain’t finna kill nuin kill that.
Feel like I ain’t high enough
Tell um bring a bottle where the pills at.
I see fish I got my rod I’m finna reel that.
If ion catch you bitch I’m going straight to where you chill at.
Send them shooters to yo house where you live at.
Bitch I’m going Rocky beat cho yo ass who tf gone stop me.
Nice set of hands but my belly big and sloppy.
Ain’t got on no vest I shoot good.
Flashing my lil roll while I rep my fuckn hood.
Niggas screaming war we gone get that understood.
I ain’t crispy cream but when that light on bitch is good.
Big dawg keep on talking shit go get yo big dawg
Bet I gun em down in front a big crowd.
Fat Chris be trippn aye get off my dick y’all.
I ain’t in the draft but I’m the number one pick.
If I was a dog then I would prolly be a pit y’all.
I ain’t a Conner back but I can get cha pack picked off.
Bitch get out you feelings you gone let that hoe get you in some shit dawg.
Record her from the back while I hit dawg.
Shoot shit up like Rambo
Fuck wit mr Chris and it’s a gamble.
Get to thinking bout lil doo and get in camo.
Thirty in this bitch one in my pocket I ain’t running out of ammo
Slow a nigga down like a camel
Flexin in this bitch you prolly die
All them niggas wit you nare one of them gone ride.
I can do this sober you a Killa when you high.
Put chu on a shirt so I can see yo mama cry
