Too $hort, 50 Cent and Devin the Dude - I'm A Stop

I'mma stop putting my thing up in ya
Bitch if ya don't stop calling me
Every hour on the hour
Motherfucker can't ya tell ya bother me
I'm smoking, drinking, making ma pussy
Not necessarily yours
So just leave me alone for a minute
I finna fuck with a few of these hores

I met this bitch, her name was Lucy
She's a Twitter stalking, Facebook groupie
She loves dogs so I nicknamed her Poop
One day she wants me and
The next day it's Snoop
She keeps posting pics
Cause Lucy, she love to stroke them dicks
She got that "feel good" energy
And a whole lot of nasty memories
I never should have did
What I did with the bitch
Cause now, I can't get rid of the bitch
She's throwing up my phone sending
Texts and e mails all about her dreams of
Having sex with females
Come swapping in a threesome?
But that ain't what I want
That's what she wants
I keep telling her to leave me alone
Bitch won't stop calling ma phone, bitch

I'mma stop putting my thing up in ya
Bitch if ya don't stop calling me
Every hour on the hour
Motherfucker can't ya tell ya bother me
I'm smoking, drinking, making ma pussy
Not necessarily yours
So just leave me alone for a minute
I finna fuck with a few of these hores

I should have never fucked that freaky bitch
Now I be on some geeky shit
She keep calling, and calling
Man that bitch is a stalker
First I want my ass licked
Then I need my toes licked
Soon as the bitch think she done she done
I come up with some more shit
I can't have a square bitch
No I need a rare bitch
No gag reflex, no ring, no marriage
I'm super, yeah I'm Superman
See me I need a Supergirl
Go super low and give a
Nigga some super fellatio
And if I'm soft it's her fault
It's her job to get me hard
My dicks the bishop, it help a bitch find God
Church, Keep it rainin' on my hoes
And tailor shit on my back everywhere I go
That paper keep it flowing in
There she go again
Look bitch, you working my last nerves
I have to go to therapy
I can not longer fuck with you
What you and I had was a flash
Shawty I've had enough of you

I'mma stop putting my thing up in ya
Bitch if ya don't stop calling me
Every hour on the hour
Motherfucker can't ya tell ya bother me
I'm smoking, drinking, making ma pussy
Not necessarily yours
So just leave me alone for a minute
I finna fuck with a few of these hores

When you looking at her body you gon wanna up
Get with her because the bitch a banger
Big swag, a socialite
Easily clickin' with strangers
Never really know her when you get
To meet her cause she
Was so thick and you thinking
She was the bomb first ask what she do
She say she do promo for concerts
But she don't wanna listen
Gotta be at every party I'm at
Running and rubbing yo buddy all on the rack
Why you all over a motherfucker like that?
All these flaws make a nigga
Pause with the words
Got the draws but now I'm feeling like
I'm fucking with two other birds
For the urge, got a but I can't get out
So shoot me now the bitch all on
The internet stalking me
That's what I get for fucking with a groupie
All I could do is smoke a Lucy
Bitch, how does she know? But all I know:
Betta be the binnest if you fucking with her
Cause she could be a ho
Nah, let me put it in retrospect
Reminiscin' with shocka
Go back up time and intercept yo sex
Now what you all in the my
Window with my two do' fo'?
Mama you get on my nerves
I thought you know I ain't
Fucking you no' mo'

I'mma stop putting my thing up in ya
Bitch if ya don't stop calling me
Every hour on the hour
Motherfucker can't ya tell ya bother me
I'm smoking, drinking, making ma pussy
Not necessarily yours
So just leave me alone for a minute
I finna fuck with a few of these hores

I know you miss this dick
I know you really miss it miss
You wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it
I know you miss this dick
I know you really miss it miss
You wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it
I know you miss this dick
I know you really miss it miss
You wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it

Written by:
Andre Samuel, Carl Mitchell, Curtis Jackson, Devin Copeland, DION BRIGHAM, Joseph Mourad, THOMAS BERINGER, Todd Shaw

Publisher:
Lyrics © INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, Universal Music Publishing Group

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