Chords for Jay Fizzle - Don't Stop (Official Video) ft. Young Dolph

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[Ab] We _ [Bb] ain't _ [Eb] _ _
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_ _ got _ no rings, yeah.
_ _ [Abm] This shit _ [G] _
_ _ hard as a [E] motherfucker, nigga.
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_ _ _ Feels good or [C] something, nigga. _ _
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[Eb] Hold up, wait.
Paper route Frank. _ _ _
_ Paper route, she a chip ring.
[Em] Who me?
I'm out of your [Eb] range.
I'm a gangster by the G-Wagon, not a range.
That girl burn inside.
Yo, homeboy.
Two lines.
A hundred bands ain't nothing but a new child.
Tell me another nigga do it like him, don't give a fuck like him, ran it up like him.
Nigga look like him, he'll cook like him.
Lamb [Em] chuck like [Bb] him, and fuck it up like [Eb] him.
And now, nigga, we on a little slush like them.
Start snitching till get out the handcuffs like them.
I can't fuck with you if you fucking with them.
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Damn.
Damn, boy, you just don't stop.
If it ain't a new watch, it's a new drop.
If it ain't a new drop, it's a new bitch.
If it ain't a new bitch, it's a new lick.
Two bitches in the four, eight of eight, two lick.
Blunt so big, use it for a pool stick.
She too thick, no toothpick.
Got put out to start a dice game in Rue, Chris.
Don't stop.
Don't stop.
Don't stop.
Don't stop.
Don't stop.
Don't stop.
[Em] Don't stop.
[Eb] Don't stop.
_ _ Don't stop.
Don't stop.
Don't stop. Don't stop.
Don't stop.
[Em] Don't stop.
[Eb] Don't stop.
There ain't nothing to be, ain't no shirt, boot, but I'm big red Santa Claus.
You don't say he don't know me.
S-O-G.
Ben [B] Rick, shit since I started walking.
[Eb] Shoot him on sight, no talking.
That ain't a clip, no boxing.
That nigga hot, stay cuffed.
You don't want to prod.
Keep walking.
Quail killed a fuck.
Quail, he gonna hit a hook.
In the club throwing signs from his fingers, so three hoes in the room, and he finna fuck.
Put dick in their mouth like that hoe trying to suck it.
I swear my love, I'ma really be cooking.
Tell her my bitches are a whole lot of nothing.
If he ain't had your hoe nigga you lucky
Me and the cap have to hoe like it's rugby
It's a hot steam, crock pot
Whole hundred crowns in the K-pop
Ready to trap and I'm from the
From the false moon nigga, kid shot
Come rich nigga got a whole lot
L to the 9 on the two dots
Hit her from the back with the oomph, ah
And she like don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, _ _ don't stop
Don't stop, [Gb] don't stop
[Eb] Don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, _ _ don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, [B] don't stop _
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