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dni mike - it aint gone stop lyrics

[chorus: dni mike]
ohh, it ain’t gone stop
ohh, when that 100 round drop
ohh, it ain’t gone stop
somebody gone f-ck around and get knocked down
f-ck around and get knocked down
f-ck around and get knocked down
f-ck around and get knocked down
ohh, it ain’t gone stop
ohh, when that 100 round drop
ohh, somebody call the cops
ohh, somebody got shot
ohh, they didn’t [?] those n-ggas’ tops
ohh, ohh

[verse 1: dni mike]
100 rounds, 100 rounds
me and my dudes don’t f-ck around (f-ck around)
we play with them grown man guns in my f-cking town (town)
when you done with them 30 rounds them drums gone keep on busting rounds (rounds)
it’s k!ller sh-t, my bloodstream, why the f-ck you think my cousin dead? (dead)
f-cking around with them f-cking rounds, get your -ss laid on the f-cking ground (ground)
don’t play this not no playground (playground)
don’t want to hear how that k sound (sound)
make that choppa dance, choppa dance, do the james brown (brown)
i’d been shot at with a k sh-t, why you think i got me a k now? (now)
i know what that motherf-cker do, that b-tch knock about 8 down (down)
say bruh, put them handguns up, bring the choppas out
i got to drop up on this n-gga crib we ’bout to walk his house
and f-ck that n-gga daddy, just make sure the kids at mama house
the baddest brother and n-gga i ever gave a f-ck about
make that choppa go through there, scream, yell, and cuss him out
the choppa ain’t gone never stop
bleed the house and flush him out
and when that n-gga come out we gone show him what that choppa ’bout

[verse 2: zayel]
i know you n-ggas want to k!ll me (k!ll me)
but i’m gonna make you n-ggas feel me (feel me)
military style tactics
let the ak-47 make his -ss bow backwards
closed casket
because my n-ggas is heartless
[?] no park sh-t
like game they spark sh-t
for thinking you hardest
them little n-ggas ain’t ready
i’m gonna let the ar turn his noodles to spaghetti
bl–dy mary, that’s what they screamed when his brother buried
no pall bearers ’cause they gotta get his cousins carried
just like some asians i stay strapped with new chops
i’m thugged out and bomb first like 2pac
you n-ggas coming at me, shooting a few shots
like some bleach stains, i’m leaving some new spots
these old ladies in the town say we crazy
got ’em sounding like “oh they done k!lled my baby”

[verse 3: dni mike]
they block ain’t no [?]
at the end of the shootout around your body white chalk
you can be too deep with 30s i still got 4 11s
i’m gonna wait for your -ss to run
catch you running out of breath
roll up in the lex and flex and double ’em all up in your chest
and the ak-47 223 rip through your vest
i’m gone spill your f-cking blood up in these streets and make a mess
and put a demonstration down for them n-ggas that’s gone come next
it’s that grown man fun, keep teenagers out of this
’cause i don’t want to have to k!ll somebody mama kid
but if you f-cking with them suckers
then you ducking with them suckers
when we lighting up them cribs
’cause we all head busters motherf-cker
oh sh-t that n-gga just got bipolar
i’d k!ll a teenager but not no baby in a stroller
i’d done told you, i’d done told you now i’m ’bout to f-cking show you
when i show your -ss is over i’m gone knock your head up off your shoulders motherf-cker

- dni mike lyrics

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