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black cobain - don't stop lyrics

uh, one time for hip hop (aye)
two times for that block (aye)
three times for that pot
to my hustlers in the game don’t stop, stop nah

[verse 1:]
top of the morning to ya
it got a groove don’t it
i’m nasir, my last years should check up on it
i illmatic sh-t, you can hate me now
i been fly and they love it, that’s why i hate the
ground
i mos definitely
i do this effortlessly
nothin’ in common with mcs, the hammer’s with me
b-mpin’ 100 miles, and now i’m running sh-t
and if that p-ssy good, you know i’m coming quick
wait, not coming quick
i be there in a minute
and by the grace of god, i never seen a sentence
these rappers rap horrendous
my n-gg-s mackin’ b-tches
they goldies keep it limited in the search for riches
went from costa futons, to food for thought in dishes
a lot of intuition, the hour gl-ss is inching
we coming at these n-gg-s necks, the board lynchmen
and yo balenciaga, i know that cost some bills
but i ain’t trickin’ on you hoes
i’m a keep it real

[hook:]
aye, get money everyday h-llo
f-ck b-tches everyday i know, i know
i swear these n-gg-s in the way, you know
you know i’m va to the grave, i go
i go, i go on

[verse 2:]
til the casket drop, these b-st-rds hate the fact
that i’m working now, you gotta pay for black
i heard you fellas talking
i never met a gotti
how the label me is gone
do you still count for papi
enough with all the lies
riding to myself cause
i’m al bundy when they lightin’ up the buds (yeah)
tryna decipher mine, never lived a life of crime
i sat back and got money, paper on recline (huh)
ya women like it, that p-ssy called recycling
and i’m absent in her crib if she goin’ cycling
yea i’m finna take it back to the old days
everything was cl-ssic, listening to old jay
or it’s me against the world, 2pac
same att-tude, hit the bar and take five shots
500 pain street, like scarface that’s my block
i was there when g got shot
who got it locked (huh)

[hook:]
aye, get money everyday h-llo
f-ck b-tches everyday i know, i know
i swear these n-gg-s in the way, you know
you know i’m va to the grave, i go
i go, i go on

uh, one time for hip hop (aye)
two times for that block (aye)
three times for that pot
to my hustlers in the game don’t stop, stop nah

- black cobain lyrics

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