Chiddy Bang - I Can't Stop lyrics
[Chiddy Bang - I Can't Stop lyrics]
It's 1: 50am, you know what I'm saying?
Niggas gon' get this shit
Right no matter what uh, yeah, uh
This year I'ma make more Gs, make more cheese
And I did songs with Skateboard P
Niggas is like, "What kinda style is he?"
Designer, but all the best things
In life are free
I do this for my little brother like Phonte
Bitch, my flow picante and this
Is just the entree
I'ma do what the fuck I want, Waka
And if they say they nicer, they some cons
They just Chaka and it's cranberry vodka
Hope these niggas don't disturb me
And don't you touch my back if
Your fucking hands are dirty
I'm up early (I can't stop)
And I got racks on racks on racks
And got plaques on plaques on plaques
Tell them to just calm down and relax
Then it's lights out like Hornacek, Jeff
Yes, pass me the torch, I'm gonna carry it
Catch me at the Marriot
An underground Harriet
Prolly caught the sackerton
I'll tell her mom what's happening
I'll run all up in them laps
We meeting like some track events
School more, milk and sweat, broom, chores
ITunes
Tune chords, fit the kicks on my room floor
(I can't) i was there when Vain came, bro
What's up with that name change?
This shit is my main thing
Aim, aim, bang, bang
That's wrong, son, we the ones
On now fuck it, we on one
She just wanna kick it, no harm done
I can never stop it, I'm trending
I'm a topic
She make them other bitches hard to see
Microscopic
Yeah, nigga I got it
Xaph, just drop it (I can't stop)
(I can't stop, I can't stop)
(I can't stop, I can't stop)
(I can't stop, I can't stop)
(I can't stop)
Niggas gon' get this shit
Right no matter what uh, yeah, uh
This year I'ma make more Gs, make more cheese
And I did songs with Skateboard P
Niggas is like, "What kinda style is he?"
Designer, but all the best things
In life are free
I do this for my little brother like Phonte
Bitch, my flow picante and this
Is just the entree
I'ma do what the fuck I want, Waka
And if they say they nicer, they some cons
They just Chaka and it's cranberry vodka
Hope these niggas don't disturb me
And don't you touch my back if
Your fucking hands are dirty
I'm up early (I can't stop)
And I got racks on racks on racks
And got plaques on plaques on plaques
Tell them to just calm down and relax
Then it's lights out like Hornacek, Jeff
Yes, pass me the torch, I'm gonna carry it
Catch me at the Marriot
An underground Harriet
Prolly caught the sackerton
I'll tell her mom what's happening
I'll run all up in them laps
We meeting like some track events
School more, milk and sweat, broom, chores
ITunes
Tune chords, fit the kicks on my room floor
(I can't) i was there when Vain came, bro
What's up with that name change?
This shit is my main thing
Aim, aim, bang, bang
That's wrong, son, we the ones
On now fuck it, we on one
She just wanna kick it, no harm done
I can never stop it, I'm trending
I'm a topic
She make them other bitches hard to see
Microscopic
Yeah, nigga I got it
Xaph, just drop it (I can't stop)
(I can't stop, I can't stop)
(I can't stop, I can't stop)
(I can't stop, I can't stop)
(I can't stop)