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too $hort - i'm a stop lyrics

[hook: devin the dude]
i’mma stop putting my thing up in ya b-tch if ya don’t stop calling me
every hour on the hour, motherf-cker can’t ya tell ya bother me
i’m smoking, drinking, making ma p-ssy, not necessarily yours
so just leave me alone for a minute, i finna f-ck with a few of these h0r-s

[verse 1: too short]
i met this b-tch, her name was lucy
she’s a twitter stalking, facebook groupie
she loves dogs so i nicknamed her p–p
one day she wants me and the next day it’s snoop
she keeps posting pics
cause lucy, she love to stroke them d-cks
she got that “feel good” energy
and a whole lot of nasty memories
i never should have did, what i did with the b-tch
cause now, i can’t get rid of the b-tch
she’s throwing up my phone sending texts and e-mails
all about her dreams of having s-x with females
come swapping in a threesome?
but that ain’t what i want, that’s what she wants
i keep telling her to leave me alone
b-tch won’t stop calling ma phone, b-tch

[hook]

[verse 2: 50 cent]
i should have never f-cked that freaky b-tch
now i be on some geeky sh-t
she keep calling, and calling
man that b-tch is a stalker
first i want my -ss l!cked, then i need my toes l!cked
soon as the b-tch think she done she done i come up with some more sh-t
i can’t have a square b-tch
no i need a rare b-tch
no gag reflex, no ring, no marriage
i’m super, yeah i’m superman, see me i need a supergirl
go super low and give a n-gga some super f-ll-tio
and if i’m soft it’s her fault
it’s her job to get me hard
my d-cks the bishop, it help a b-tch find god
church, keep it rainin’ on my hoes
and tailor sh-t on my back everywhere i go
that paper keep it flowing in
there she go again
look b-tch, you working my last nerves
i have to go to therapy, i can not longer f-ck with you
what you and i had was a flash, shawty i’ve had enough of you

[hook]

[verse 3: twista]
when you looking at her body you gon wanna up get with her because the b-tch a banger
big swag, a socialite, easily cl!ckin’ with strangers
never really know her when you get to meet her cause she was so thick and you thinking she was the bomb first
ask what she do, she say she do promo for concerts
but she don’t wanna listen, gotta be at every party i’m at
running and rubbing yo buddy all on the rack, why you all over a motherf-cker like that?
all these flaws make a n-gga pause with the words
got the draws but now i’m feeling like i’m f-cking with two other birds
for the urge, got a … but i can’t get out, so shoot me
now the b-tch all on the internet stalking me, that’s what i get for f-cking with a groupie
all i could do is smoke a lucy
…. b-tch, how does she know?
but all i know:
betta be the binnest if you f-cking with her, cause she could be a ho
nah, let me put it in retrospect
reminiscin’ with shocka, go back up time and intercept yo s-x
now what you all in the my window with my two do’ fo’?
mama you get on my nerves, i thought you know i ain’t f-cking you no’ mo’

[hook]

[bridge: devin the dude]
i know you miss this d-ck
i know you really miss it miss
you wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it
i know you miss this d-ck
i know you really miss it miss
you wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it
i know you miss this d-ck
i know you really miss it miss
you wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it

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