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STOP THAT SHIT featuring @thyeosthyco
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Lyrics:

(Intro - Fxckupmark)

Stop, stop, st- st- st-
Stop, stop, st- st- stop
Stop, stop, st- st- st-
Stop, stop, st- st- st-

(Chorus - Fxckupmark)

Stop that shit, stop
Stop that shit, stop
Stop that shit, stop
Stop that shit, stop x2

(Verse 1 - Fxckupmark)
Shake my head shit on some dreadhead shit (Fuck)
Drink some water on hydrate shit (Fuck, fuck)
Shake my head shit on some rockstar shit (Shit)
We drink some water on some hydrate shit (Sip, sip, sip)
Got telepathy, tell you not mess with me (Fuck off.)
Got telepathy, tell you not to mess with me (Fuck off!)
Like Mula, crush that molly, i don’t got no molly (Got no molly)
Like Mula, crush that molly, i don’t got no molly (Crush it!)

(Verse 2 - Thyeosthyco)

I don’t really wanna hear it
So please, stop that shit
.223 got a guitar riff, no alternative
I’m not even a rapper i’m an artist that’s my prerogative
This aint Mortal Kombat but this ARP will lift his wig
This not a (?)
I’m getting these bands as a mischief

You sneak-disser wait a goddamn minute
You aint achieve shit, my nigga so please give up a ribbon
We throwing that free smoke over here, my nigga so fuck your resistance

(Bridge - Fxckupmark)

You cannot touch me, touch me
You cannot touch me, touch me
You—cannot touch me, touch me
You cannot touch me, touch me
Stop acting tough, you cannot touch me
Niggas acting hard as if they can fucking cut me

(Chorus - Fxckupmark)

Stop that shit, stop
Stop that shit, stop
Stop that shit, stop
Stop that shit, stop

Stop that shit, stop
Stop that shit, stop
Stop that shit, stop
Stop that shit, stop x2

STOP THAT SHIT (Feat. Thyeosthyco) [Prod. blemeego!]

NO LAMES

girls a liar (w/Vythe)

close your eyes, see me in your dreams
wake up at the show, you the first bitch I see
like why these niggas still rock Louis and Supreme?
your fit dead, leave that shit in 2016

I just wanna stop for a minute 
I lose my mind when I’m in it 
I do this shit for the bands 
I’m in his pocket, I blew up, I ran

I with that heater I gave him a tan
skirt in the GT like my name was Pan 
he saw the ricks and that boy could not swim 
bullets gon cut his hair, give ‘em a trim 

bitch I got no time
money all up on my mind
on your liver bullets dine
shit haram, lil bitch you swine 

I get the money, I raise the amount 
run me my bands, it’s paramount
you ain’t got the money, take you to the cemetary into the slaughter house

shh!

in the slaughter house
chopper cut you down 
you in hell now, with the hell hounds 
(fetch me their souls) 

put you up in a coffin in a box
lil bitch you to broke to unlock it 

in my dreams, in my dreams 
I see cash, I see green 
pop a bean with my niggas, read 
yeah, I don’t know if I can breathe

my shows not gon be in my dreams 
they gon be reality 
bitch I’m gon be coppin green 
if you do not know me, get the fuck up off of me (get the fuck up off of me) 

close your eyes, see me in your dreams
wake up at the show, you the first bitch I see
like why these niggas still rock Louis and Supreme?
your fit dead, leave that shit in 2016

stop , but dont

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