[Intro: Sean Kingston]
I’ve been posted on the corner
From New York to California
She said stop, but I don’t wanna
She said stop, but I ain’t gonna
I just got to keep on hustlin’
I just got to keep on movin’
She said stop, but I don’t wanna
She said stop, but I ain’t gonna
[Hook: Sean Kingston]
She said stop, oh, baby don’t stop, don’t stop
Uh-uh uh-uh, baby don’t stop
She said stop, oh, baby don’t stop, don’t stop
Uh-uh uh-uh, baby don’t stop
She said stop, oh, baby don’t stop, don’t stop
Uh-uh uh-uh, baby don’t stop
She said stop, oh, baby don’t stop, don’t stop
Uh-uh uh-uh, baby don’t stop
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Caramel skin tone, C’s on them lenses
Nails with the French-tip, she is the business
California kingpin, she can be my princess
Riddin’ with a young loc’, dippin’ through them trenches
My rap sheet, full of felony offenses
I feel her energy, she’s sendin’ me them glimpses
She only messin’ with them ballers and them Benz’s
Her taste is expensive, every day’s Christmas
You wanna taste, gotta treat
And thou’ll never trick, so we’ll never be
That’s what they all say, but their games so weak
Little momma want a real young nigga like me
Couple hundred out the deal, but I’m still OT
Tryin’ get a better ticket on the key, on me
Little momma wanna nigga like me
Tryin’ take me out the streets, but it just won’t be
I’ve been posted on the corner
From New York to California
She said stop, but I don’t wanna
She said stop, but I ain’t gonna
I just got to keep on hustlin’
I just got to keep on movin’
She said stop, but I don’t wanna
She said stop, but I ain’t gonna
[Hook: Sean Kingston]
She said stop, oh, baby don’t stop, don’t stop
Uh-uh uh-uh, baby don’t stop
She said stop, oh, baby don’t stop, don’t stop
Uh-uh uh-uh, baby don’t stop
She said stop, oh, baby don’t stop, don’t stop
Uh-uh uh-uh, baby don’t stop
She said stop, oh, baby don’t stop, don’t stop
Uh-uh uh-uh, baby don’t stop
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Caramel skin tone, C’s on them lenses
Nails with the French-tip, she is the business
California kingpin, she can be my princess
Riddin’ with a young loc’, dippin’ through them trenches
My rap sheet, full of felony offenses
I feel her energy, she’s sendin’ me them glimpses
She only messin’ with them ballers and them Benz’s
Her taste is expensive, every day’s Christmas
You wanna taste, gotta treat
And thou’ll never trick, so we’ll never be
That’s what they all say, but their games so weak
Little momma want a real young nigga like me
Couple hundred out the deal, but I’m still OT
Tryin’ get a better ticket on the key, on me
Little momma wanna nigga like me
Tryin’ take me out the streets, but it just won’t be
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