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Could You Please Stop Video (MV)




Performed By: Dylan Andre
Language: English
Length: 3:23
Written by: Dylan Andre, Seth Melroy




Dylan Andre - Could You Please Stop Lyrics
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Yo shut the f*ck up
What you're about to witness is the most fly
The most high
The most baddest mac emcee you've ever heard in your God damn life
He goes by the name of Dylan
Killa like I'm Dyla in Manilla
Thrill her with the scrilla
Got her tail Brazilla Chinchilla
Chin checker didn't kill her but I damn near wrecked her
On that Wu shit sport a neck protector
Bust through your sector
Red blue SEPTA
Kill the pussy twice call me Mr. Clepto
Roll the f*ckin dice boy
What you hold lectures
Take over your set boy
Call me Mr. Heckler
Dots on her face boy I'm a f*ckin freckler
Do it no backdrop I'm a f*ckin vector
Point to your directer take two queue the Jester
Better do it better
Please the investor
Gotta sharpen chedder High or Gay either way you Chester
Show love, bro love, only wester
Cut em wide open maggots in the wound fester
Fester, yeah it's a word it's gross
Sweet like nectar
King holding scepter
I blessed her, finessed her, cause I am finesser
Wish you would have kept her
Want it? Come an get her
I'm more of a collector than a reconnector
Aye
Could you please stop
Neighbors bangin on my door could you please stop
Got your Mama on the phone could you please stop
I'm that mac emcee I'm the D to the N to the
Aye
Could you please stop
Too live in the spot could you please stop
DJ on the drop could you please stop
I'm that mac emcee I'm the D N
Aye ooh aye
I'm that mac emcee D N
Aye ooh aye
Let's rhyme somethin like boogie
No I'm getting goofy
Hawkin' up a loogie
Far reach to the streets
Know bars like Sugey
Oh you want a cookie
Dunk that, funk that
Now you gotta crumb that
Sweep that, eat that
Chocolate in your teeth that
I'm that, mine's that
Rewind every line that
Depth that, DEF that
It's a f*ckin death trap
Listen up I have got something to say
You gon get bodied so get out my way
I've got a sock for you Homey don't play
Clowning you kids I'll f*ck up your day
I've been declared brain dead by paramedics
Insult your whole crew act like someone else said it
I'm breaking up rooms when I'm throwing elbows
I'll take on your goons and leave with they shell toes
You damn well knows how it goes when I'm off the chain
I put ice in it throw Mama off the train
You think i'd be smart cause I'm often brained
I like my hoes like Monica get the office stain
Trippin like a know about a blue dress
Rhymes on Trump with the hugeness
Leave your whole crew blue clueless
Spittin all day like I'm toothless
Now I eat the media
Flex on the meaty uh
Went from a small size up to a medium
Flex on that Deity yuh
Fly like Expedia
Put you kids to bed grab a seat let me read to ya
Feelin fresh I'm out with the crew
Ray Bans on let it do what it do
Got a new fade that's the do that I do
And you don't stop
Who counted to two
Could you please stop
Neighbors bangin on my door could you please stop
Got your Mama on the phone could you please stop
I'm that mac emcee I'm the D to the N to the
Aye
Could you please stop
Too live in the spot could you please stop
DJ on the drop could you please stop
I'm that mac emcee I'm the D N
Aye ooh aye
I'm that mac emcee D N
Aye ooh aye ooh
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Yo shut the f*ck up
What you're about to witness is the most fly
The most high
The most baddest mac emcee you've ever heard in your God damn life
He goes by the name of Dylan
Killa like I'm Dyla in Manilla
Thrill her with the scrilla
Got her tail Brazilla Chinchilla
Chin checker didn't kill her but I damn near wrecked her
On that Wu shit sport a neck protector
Bust through your sector
Red blue SEPTA
Kill the pussy twice call me Mr. Clepto
Roll the f*ckin dice boy
What you hold lectures
Take over your set boy
Call me Mr. Heckler
Dots on her face boy I'm a f*ckin freckler
Do it no backdrop I'm a f*ckin vector
Point to your directer take two queue the Jester
Better do it better
Please the investor
Gotta sharpen chedder High or Gay either way you Chester
Show love, bro love, only wester
Cut em wide open maggots in the wound fester
Fester, yeah it's a word it's gross
Sweet like nectar
King holding scepter
I blessed her, finessed her, cause I am finesser
Wish you would have kept her
Want it? Come an get her
I'm more of a collector than a reconnector
Aye
Could you please stop
Neighbors bangin on my door could you please stop
Got your Mama on the phone could you please stop
I'm that mac emcee I'm the D to the N to the
Aye
Could you please stop
Too live in the spot could you please stop
DJ on the drop could you please stop
I'm that mac emcee I'm the D N
Aye ooh aye
I'm that mac emcee D N
Aye ooh aye
Let's rhyme somethin like boogie
No I'm getting goofy
Hawkin' up a loogie
Far reach to the streets
Know bars like Sugey
Oh you want a cookie
Dunk that, funk that
Now you gotta crumb that
Sweep that, eat that
Chocolate in your teeth that
I'm that, mine's that
Rewind every line that
Depth that, DEF that
It's a f*ckin death trap
Listen up I have got something to say
You gon get bodied so get out my way
I've got a sock for you Homey don't play
Clowning you kids I'll f*ck up your day
I've been declared brain dead by paramedics
Insult your whole crew act like someone else said it
I'm breaking up rooms when I'm throwing elbows
I'll take on your goons and leave with they shell toes
You damn well knows how it goes when I'm off the chain
I put ice in it throw Mama off the train
You think i'd be smart cause I'm often brained
I like my hoes like Monica get the office stain
Trippin like a know about a blue dress
Rhymes on Trump with the hugeness
Leave your whole crew blue clueless
Spittin all day like I'm toothless
Now I eat the media
Flex on the meaty uh
Went from a small size up to a medium
Flex on that Deity yuh
Fly like Expedia
Put you kids to bed grab a seat let me read to ya
Feelin fresh I'm out with the crew
Ray Bans on let it do what it do
Got a new fade that's the do that I do
And you don't stop
Who counted to two
Could you please stop
Neighbors bangin on my door could you please stop
Got your Mama on the phone could you please stop
I'm that mac emcee I'm the D to the N to the
Aye
Could you please stop
Too live in the spot could you please stop
DJ on the drop could you please stop
I'm that mac emcee I'm the D N
Aye ooh aye
I'm that mac emcee D N
Aye ooh aye ooh
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Writer: Dylan Andre, Seth Melroy
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