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Don't Stop Video (MV)




Performed By: Gino Montana
Length: 2:55
Written by: Gregory Hopkins
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Gino Montana - Don't Stop Lyrics




Chopstick cook a nigga like fried rice
Cock it back load a hollow catch em staring twice
Hustle hard grind smart for the dividends
I ain't in hiding, if you want me come n get me then
Young nigga ball hard might cop a Wraith
No more eating beef noodles, bitch I order steak
Been fighting thru the clouds now the sky sunny
Big Mac shred a nigga like he old money

Gotta go hard, no the grind dont stop
Always getting bread bitch im always on the clock
Put my hood on the map, got the streets on lock
I ain never safe, neither is my glock

Bro told me, Gino time to run them bands up
Buy my mama house, get my older sis a Lamb truck
Knew I was that nigga way before I started walking
Conversation bout the money if it ain then stop that talking
I go n get it regardless, hear the beat n go retarded
Free agent, im on the market, im aiming straight for the target
We was coolin then we departed
Thats what made me so cold hearted
Realest niggas say what? My nigga I beg ya pardon

From the back of the the back
Where niggas slangin that smack
If you put on a show, then you bound to get clapped
Push the pedal to the floor in V12
My whole life I ain never seen a seashell
Loose casings is the only time I see shells
Doin everything I can not to see jail
Money train comin in no derail
Told my granny that I promise ima prevail
Shells ringing like a doorbell
Oh hell
Graduated from the little bags to the wholesale
Ima run it up regardless, keep my cash right
I dont wanna risk my life so I can live life
G you really finna buy it? Shit I just might
Every single day i live it like my last night
Its a problem if a nigga wanna act up
45, it'll make a nigga act right

Chopstick cook a nigga like fried rice
Cock it back load a hollow catch em staring twice
Hustle hard grind smart for the dividends
I ain't in hiding, if you want me come n get me then
Young nigga ball hard might cop a Wraith
No more eating beef noodles, bitch I order steak
Been fighting thru the clouds now the sky sunny
Big Mac shred a nigga like he old money

Gotta go hard, no the grind dont stop
Always getting bread bitch I'm always on the clock
Put my hood on the map, got the streets on lock
I ain't never safe, neither is my glock
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Chopstick cook a nigga like fried rice
Cock it back load a hollow catch em staring twice
Hustle hard grind smart for the dividends
I ain't in hiding, if you want me come n get me then
Young nigga ball hard might cop a Wraith
No more eating beef noodles, bitch I order steak
Been fighting thru the clouds now the sky sunny
Big Mac shred a nigga like he old money

Gotta go hard, no the grind dont stop
Always getting bread bitch im always on the clock
Put my hood on the map, got the streets on lock
I ain never safe, neither is my glock

Bro told me, Gino time to run them bands up
Buy my mama house, get my older sis a Lamb truck
Knew I was that nigga way before I started walking
Conversation bout the money if it ain then stop that talking
I go n get it regardless, hear the beat n go retarded
Free agent, im on the market, im aiming straight for the target
We was coolin then we departed
Thats what made me so cold hearted
Realest niggas say what? My nigga I beg ya pardon

From the back of the the back
Where niggas slangin that smack
If you put on a show, then you bound to get clapped
Push the pedal to the floor in V12
My whole life I ain never seen a seashell
Loose casings is the only time I see shells
Doin everything I can not to see jail
Money train comin in no derail
Told my granny that I promise ima prevail
Shells ringing like a doorbell
Oh hell
Graduated from the little bags to the wholesale
Ima run it up regardless, keep my cash right
I dont wanna risk my life so I can live life
G you really finna buy it? Shit I just might
Every single day i live it like my last night
Its a problem if a nigga wanna act up
45, it'll make a nigga act right

Chopstick cook a nigga like fried rice
Cock it back load a hollow catch em staring twice
Hustle hard grind smart for the dividends
I ain't in hiding, if you want me come n get me then
Young nigga ball hard might cop a Wraith
No more eating beef noodles, bitch I order steak
Been fighting thru the clouds now the sky sunny
Big Mac shred a nigga like he old money

Gotta go hard, no the grind dont stop
Always getting bread bitch I'm always on the clock
Put my hood on the map, got the streets on lock
I ain't never safe, neither is my glock
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Writer: Gregory Hopkins
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