Yung Princey - Stop Wit the Singin' (feat. Billa Bam) Lyrics

State of emergency
Oh you ain't heard of me
I gotta stop wit the singin
I'm really pissed off
I tried to chill
Get me a loft
Bask in the sun
But They startin to talk
Now I gotta really go off
Switch up my style
Trade in my car
Im really in it for the long haul
Filet mignon
Wit the lobster rolls
And I feed my bitches McDonalds
Tryna get the murcielago
No time for the convo
Askin me about promo
If you live fast you gon die slow
I gotta stop wit singin
They startin to think that I'm soft
I gotta get back on road
I'm Comin back wit dope
Match my energy
Lemme drive the boat
We Smokin gas from coast to coast
I'm back in album mode
I'm from V-a-double L - E -Y H - I
Where n*ggas let them bullets fly
You see the look up in they eyes
Hope that I can touch a mill
Before I reach my demise
For that paper n*ggas kill
So that peppah by my thighs
It's foreign that I drive
I done sent every b*tch
That Eva sat up in this ride
Broke b*tchs waste'n time
And I ain't got none to waste
In this game hella thick
Gettin money state to state
You kno Billa bout his cake
Play wit that
Will get you scraped...
Hope you learned from yo mistakes
Now they call a n*gga Raw
Like a uncooked steak
Sumthin bulky on my hip
Knock yah face off yah face
Lil daddy wit the SH*T
That's what all the b*tchs say
I'm trynna elevate my game
And cop me some real estate
Won't have to send a b*tch
To get the pay
But until then
I'm hard in the paint
Take my bottom on her date
Wave a rallo in yah face
Home invasion on yah place
I gotta stop wit singin
They startin to think that I'm soft
I gotta get back on road
I'm Comin back wit dope
Match my energy
Lemme drive the boat
We Smokin gas from coast to coast
I'm back in album mode
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