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Why Stop Now (feat. Chris Brown, Missy Elliott)

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Let's go let's go

Find the nearest exit

Everybody better find the nearest exit

See the way I kill every n**a in this b**h

Somebody please tell me where the forensics

Everybody know that God real

Lookin' like you work in a garage sale

While you hatin' on one of the greatest

I be in the crib diggin' in your mom's tail

Big old b**h, Avatar

I got her sittin' on the d**k like a handlebar

Shawty love the way I beat it up

Beat the pretty p**y with a battle scar

Let a n**a eat it up like it caviar

Got her buggin', now she wanna carry on

Ymcmb, gods of this rap shit, that we are

But your girl look like a little amateur

Wednesday night at the Apollo

But it's okay 'cause she got a long neck

And I got a d**k size only a giraffe could swallow

Sent her back 'cause they gonna ask tomorrow

"Why baby girl, did you have to gargle?"

And if I could have everything, do me a favor

Send me a hunnid more bottles, hahaha

Yeah (yeah), we can do anything

Walk into anywhere and buy anything

I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything

Why stop now?

I can have everything

Yeah (yeah), I can have everything

Yeah (yeah), I can have everything

Yeah (yeah), I can have everything

(Ayo, let me reintroduce y'all to my beautiful twin)

(Oh my God, Missy!

Woo)

It go three, four, five, six

On this mic, I hot spit (ayy)

This my task, toc-tic

I'm that chick they not f**' with (ayy)

Hit ‘em with hits in the head I spit (ayy)

This shit is so ridiculous, sick (ayy)

Missy like no other chick

Now watch how I kill this remix (woo, go)

I slay these crows

Got more lines than cornrows

You ain't on Missy level

Better get up on your tippy toes

Really though, really no

I'ma blow it up like a torpedo

Who am I?

You don't know

You can call me the original (Woo)

I'm the E-double-L-I-O-T-T

Don't ever try me on the mic, I'ma beast (rah!)

Eat an emcee like I'm finna have a feast

You better sit down, have a seat (ah!)

I can do anything, M-Missy finna change the game

Y'all better stay up in your lane

Now I'ma just make y'all clap your hands

Yeah (yeah), we can do anything

Walk into anywhere and buy anything

I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything

Why stop now?

I can have everything

Yeah (yeah), I can have everything

Yeah (yeah), I can have everything

Yeah (yeah), I can have everything

(It's been officially declared that the martian is back in the buildin')

Why stop now?

I can have everything

(Haha, tunechi!)

Man, f**k these niggas

Man, f**k these h**s

T just rolled a big long blunt

I'ma smoke that b**h 'til it's Muggsy Bogues

I ain't got time for that b**h shit

Glock automatic, no stick shift

My girl p**y bigger than pig lips

My blunts last longer than friendships

Man, I was on my skateboard

It ain't trickin' if you got it, I'll pay for it

Hold up, wait for it, catch up, like fake blood

My own funeral, I'm late for it

Shout out to my young n**a Ace Hood

I'm fresh out the can, I'm canned goods

Two handguns, my hands full

I'm young, ill and so mean, I'm one pill from od'ing

I'm high, ho, my eyes low like Korean's, Orion

I pulled up in that Mulsanne

I'm thuggin', bumpin' Golf Wang

B**h, I'm higher than Eddie Kane

Tunechi, I can have everything

Haha

Yeah (yeah), we can do anything

Walk into anywhere and buy anything (ymcmb)

I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything (ah)

Why stop now?

I can have everything (young moolah, baby)

Yeah (yeah), I can have everything

Yeah (yeah), I can have everything

Yeah (yeah), I can have everything

Why stop now?

I can have everything

Alright

Now that y'all niggas come to the fact that

Anything niggas do over here is uncompetewitable

F**k with me

Let's go!

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