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Who Gon Stop Me Lyrics By Jay Z Kanye West

    produced by kanye west mike dean sak pase

    refrain flux pavilion
    i can’t stopopopop
    i can’t stop

    kanye west jayz
    this is something like the holocaust
    millions of our people lost
    bow our heads and pray to the lord
    ’til i die i’ma fucking ball
    now who gon’ stop me who gon’ stop me huh
    who gon’ stop me who gon’ stop me huh
    black cards black cars black on black black broads
    whole lotta money in a black bag
    black strap you know what that’s for

    jayz kanye west both
    who gon’ stop me huh
    who gon’ stop me huh
    yeah who gon’ stop me
    no brakes i need state farm
    so many watches i need eight arms
    one neck but got eight charms
    who gon’ stop me huh

    kanye west
    niggas talking they bitchmade ixnay off my dicksnay
    thats pig latin itchbay who gon’ stop me huh
    last night aint go so well got kicked up out the hotel
    got a little freaky like marvin albert yes tell howard cosell
    you just a commentator if you getting paper
    everybody i know from the hood got common haters
    in some relations you just supposed to say none
    heard she fucked the doorman
    well thats cool i fucked the waitress
    heard yeezy was racist well i guess thats on one basis
    i only like green faces

    kanye west jayz
    this is something like the holocaust
    millions of our people lost
    bow our heads and pray to the lord
    ’til i die i’ma fucking ball
    now who gon’ stop me who gon’ stop me huh
    who gon’ stop me who gon’ stop me huh
    black cards black cars black on black black broads
    whole lotta money in a black bag
    black strap you know what that’s for

    kanye west jayz
    y’all weed purple my money purple
    y’all steve urkel im oprah’s circle yeah yeah let’s go
    i wrote the that i hope will hurt you

    jayz kanye west
    who gon’ stop me huh
    beat the odds beat the feds
    it wouldnt be wise to bet against the kid
    start me broke i bet i get rich
    night shift six to six
    give me one shot one pot
    ill show up in all white wearin’ no socks
    no ceiling new coupe
    they know im a dope boy they dont have no proof
    im three steps removed i know how to move
    it’s looking like i dont know how to lose
    im winning again im at the wynn
    im at the table im gamblin’
    lucky lefty i expect a seven
    i went through hell im expectin’ heaven
    im owed ’cause i’m dough and i stuck to the gcode
    im here oh yeah i promise i aint going nowhere
    okay here like a hare like a rabbit i like karats
    im allergic to havin’ bunny ears like broke like nope
    like ha i aint no joke
    i cant be stopped like nope like nope
    extend the beat noah and pray to the lord uh

    jayz
    two seats in the 9 uh
    no limit on the black card uh
    told y’all i was gonna go ham uh
    ’til the ocean was my backyard uh
    no lies in my verses hey
    please pardon all the curses hey
    shit gotta come in some way fuck
    when you’re growing up worthless uh
    middle finger to my old life uh
    special shoutout to my old head uh
    if it wasnt for your advice uh
    a nigga would have been so dead uh
    i’m living life til these niggas kill me
    turn this up if you niggas feel me
    im riding dirty tryna get filthy
    pablo picasso rothkos rilkes
    graduated to the moma
    and i did all of this without a diploma
    graduated from the corner
    y’all can play me for a muthafuckin’ fool if you wanna
    streetsmart and im booksmart
    coulda been a chemist ’cause i cook smart
    only thing that can stop me is me hey
    and ima stop when the hook start hol’ up

    kanye west jayz
    this is something like the holocaust
    millions of our people lost
    bow our heads and pray to the lord
    ’til i die i’ma fucking ball
    now who gon’ stop me who gon’ stop me huh
    who gon’ stop me who gon’ stop me huh
    black cards black cars black on black black broads
    whole lotta money in a black bag
    black strap you know what that’s for

    Artist: Jay Z Kanye West

    Year: 2011

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 476