Testo Stop - Dillon
Testo della canzone Stop (Dillon), tratta dall'album Dillon Aint Playin
Yo
What up
85 North in this
Yo, it's Dave West
On the beat
Dylan on that
Brrrat
I'm feeling good from my ambrosia
Walk into the spot, give a "ah" to the posers
We be in the cut, nobody knows us
'Til you see me in the pharaoh's home like Moses
Listen, you can peep my astrology
Young Libra, lacing up my Wallabees
Grain leather, Ralph coat
I let you meet the Southpaw, but it knock you out cold
Yo, I'm just playing, I'm a gentleman
I let the music do work, not adrenaline
I am not taking a loss nor settling
For any of the rhetoric the enemy is peddling
If this ain't righteous, give up the fight, just
Go on ahead and leave, have a seat with them vipers
They be following the forked tongue
I swashbuckle with Diablo when his sword stung
I survived the fight and slayed the demon
I knew I was gonna make it, maybe major, even
Shorty's feeling me, I see how she had changed her breathing
But I'm on a mission and told her I'm contemplating leaving
To outer space, without a trace
That's why the style is the type you don't know how to place
I came to take the game in one fell swoop
And escape in my '98 Caddy L Coupe
Stop tripping, stop playing
Stop wilding, 'cause all that I'm saying
Is I'ma stop working when I stop breathing
They try to stop me, but their squad's not even
Y'all need to, stop
Y'all need to, stop
Cut it out, man
If y'all are in the billionaire boys club
Well then, I'm in the trillionaire man's club
Yeah, you saw me chilling there, amped up
Everybody got love for Dylan in Atlanta
Detroit, L.A
"He's hella dope, loc," is what they'll say
Duval, Berlin
On the tram getting blam from your girlfriend
I-N-T-E-R-national
Anything less than fresh is irrational
While you ask your old boy why he leaning
I'm scheming, trying to make money this evening
Sell a couple records, buy a couple vodkas
Ease back, analyze my imposters
Young folks oughta work out they chakras
Ain't enough room for all y'all at the top, cuz
Now girl, let me see some titties
Stop tripping, stop playing
Stop wilding, 'cause all that I'm saying
Is I'ma stop working when I stop breathing
They try to stop me, but their squad's not even
Y'all need to, stop
Y'all need to, stop
Cut it out, man
Dylan, I admit it, I don't know what to do
I do not know how to handle you
I'm not your problem
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Writer(s): Loris Ceroni, Unknown
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