TELA

TELA - Can't Stop Me lyrics

Lost thinkers ain't seen shit

My bitch bowlegged and shit

Thick thighs with them hazel eyes

Smell the air, the night is mine

You busters think I'm lyin

I'm fin' to go in this casino now

and lean up on them tables, why?

Compulsive gambler with a compulsive hammer

Bitches be takin pictures with the get'em'hoe cameras

By this time a lot of niggaz got enter

Throw my shit 'cross to the pit boss Montana

Comin out cause I'm feelin real good

with a look like, "Bitch I wish you would"

try to slow my roll, hold me up

It ain't gon' go, not this time bitch no

I'm back up in this hoe, for the lights

I want them D's, the titles, the rights

I'm laughin loud cause I'm feelin real nice

I spins around in my chair twice

I tap the pad part real real hard

This table heah, y'all can just disregard

YOU hoes need to keep on walkin

cause y'all gon' fuck me up with all that talkin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Can't, stop me baby I'ma baller baby

I'm too hot to ladies play-boys baby

Can't, break me baby cause I'm paper baby

Can't, hate me baby gotta love you baby

Can we ball? Where my dogs?

Where my broads? (Hook us up) Alla y'all

Can we ball? Where my dogs?

Where my broads? Alla y'all

[Tela]

I started last night but now it's sunny

Long run like Marie in Dunny(??)

Bitch on the side buggin, look honey

All I'm thinkin is, big money

Pussy don't come poke I don't fuck if I'm broke

That's how half these niggaz done, lost they stroke

Now, slide them lights and blow on my throw I

shakes 'em twice through the air they float, point

Twenty-five on the line (6 the easy way)

Thirteen in the field, 50 odds, oh my God

My whole table charged

I picks up a hundred eighty-eight yards

Sparks, balloons, room, V.I.P. cards

(Hook us up) You fuckers think y'all smart

Who sent y'all? Hey fuck y'all

Fuck these cards, I'm outta Dodge

[Chorus]

[Tela]

Towards the do' my ass done stopped

You guessed it, I'm at them slots

I drops two rubber bands, why not?

I'm up a hand at the MG Grand

Two mo' honeybuns the whole shit locked

Big guns, seven across, jackpot

My ass is hot, I'm heated

I'm scorch, I'm holdin it down, I'm runnin the court

In other words to make a long story short

.. I know the fuckin sport

I got the owner bout to shit his shorts

I got the city on life support

After this run I'ma sit and soak

Cause after this run, ain't SHIT broke

After this run, I don't need to smoke

I'ma get a bitch and get throwed on the boat

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