Stop It 5 lyrics

Limosa Nostra, Turn me up just a touch (*Laughing) (Stop it 5)

[Ricky Hil]
I'm a misfit put that on my mother
Shout out to Boo Bonic, that's my big brother
Yeah I like the chronic, I'm nothing like the others
Ask your mom I'm a simple motherf*cker, ow
Shout out to Slickville, no doubt
She ain't Gwen, but I'm nutting on her blouse, nah uh
She got nothing on my spouse
Throw that pus*y on me never leave the house
Rick Hil ride around in black Crown Vics
Glenville we wear all black outfits
Talk sh*t I'll put my di*k where your mouth is
Dirt bag, dirty like the south is, yeah
Young Hil I'm ridiculous
Every hoe around ya block wanna flick of this
Ricky sh*t getting blown by a British chick
Let her lick her lips then I gotta di*k the b*tch
And then I ditched the b*tch, Ride around my city
Every Street got pot holes f*cking gritty
They ain't the biggest titties, but they my titties
It ain't the biggest city, but it's my city
b*tch we could role play til' your throat sore
Tell your girl go home with her cold sore
Every single b*tch I meet get locked down
And every single b*tch she meet get c*cked down
[Verse 2: Bonic]
Aye I'm Bonic I'm the hardest n*gga in it
Funny same thing them b*tches say every time that I run up in it
Fresh up to the fitted, yall n*ggas didn't did it
And the L to the I to the M to the O to the S n*gga ain't wit it
Ima spazz like I came into the game and out stretched
Oh yeah, you think you're nice with your mothaf*cken bettin'
Just like I thought mothaf*ckas get caught when it come to that
Mothaf*ckas get hate it don't matter anyway cause them bad hoes always say run it back, aye
Plus I keep them dimes dawg, you keep them fives dawg
Illy bossed up, suites in the five stars
These lil' di*k n*ggas got about 5 cars
I f*ck the baddest b*tches all I do is spit fire bars
Straight crack, Me & Ricky hit a track watch all these sucka n*ggas hate that, Okay so take that