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mike will made-it - stop-start lyrics

[hook: gucci mane]
stop, start, all my goons on stop-start
my trap is on stop-start, started with my pot, fork
start, i got k!llers up in new york
pints come in from detroit, got white, got green, i got, boy
boy, i hit a b-tton, make my car park
i don’t even got to be inside to make my car start
start, i give a word and make my goons march
blow money like i’m scott storch, i got your b-tch on stop-start

[verse 1: gucci mane]
ten thousand ones, they’re on the way, i’m ’bout to start tippin’
lil’ mama fine but on the real she didn’t just start strippin’
you know i’m used to money, gucci didn’t just start flippin’
threw so much money in the air they stopped and start kissin’
canary yellow b-tch remind me of my bart simpson
i brought a pint off in the club, i’m ’bout to start sippin’
i brought my goons with me and my goons, they don’t stop twistin’
i popped a pill, it kicked in, i’m ’bout to start trippin’
i’m ’bout to stop rappin’, stop trappin’, start pimpin’
drop ‘rari pullin’ up, n-gga, start your engine
stop panhandlin’, n-gga, stop penny pinchin’
and i ain’t gotta come back, i never stop gettin’ it

[verse 2: chief keef]
the b-tch was near me then like “stop”
let me go and check out my guap
check out my guap, my glock
n-gga try me, he get popped
and he get shot, he get dropped
right on the mothaf-ckin’ spot
start, start, n-gga, you don’t wanna start
kid ’bout to drive, boy you don’t wanna park
park, n-gga i’m a young south park
young wild boy, with a lot of heart
heart, heart, goin’ hard
bullets at your -ss, they’ll rip your -ss apart
i take a minivan and i fill it’s -ss with narcs
homer, can’t n0body k!ll us as a bart
up my gun and make this b-tch fart
stop, boy you shouldn’t even start
lil p-ssy boys, you a man or mouse
stand on your two feet
you don’t even know what that damage about
pull up, you’ll get swiss cheesed
hop in my car then pull right off
i don’t start that b-tch with my key
racks in my jeans and i’m pullin’ right out
walk in this b-tch, i’m keef

[verse 3: peewee longway]
salute to big gucci, he opened the door
studio smokin’ og, sippin throw
big dog wanna see the band unfold
smokin’ og when we sippin’ some throw
my plug touched down on a banana boat
meetin’ and greetin’ in givenchy loafs
you may be seated, versace business over
my plug done dropped a ticket, no need for soda
big dog, rich gang, stretch it, get the oval
master peewee, with the no limit soldiers
i’m the sergeant, the lieutenant, and general
if it’s fish i hit the block with minnows
chopped them lil b-tches in dimes
big dog let me in the door, i’m grindin’
hit your -ss hard on the low
she tip-toein’ on the marble floor
i’m dabbin’, the double r, ghost
i swear my pinky do the most
the wrong n-gga been had money
i’m just tryna throw him through some more
how fast can you count it? skip, skip town after we flip your -ss
then we gone to the mountain, headed to the heavens
pull up in a lambo mounted

- mike will made it lyrics

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