โหลดเพลง mp3 Who Gon Stop Me (Dance Mix) - Kanye West

Who Gon Stop Me (Dance Mix) - Kanye West/Jermaine Jackson/Corey Gibson/LP
Written by：Kanye West/Jermaine Jackson/Corey Gibson/Laura Pergolizzi
This is something like the holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the lord

Till I die I'mma f***in 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

Who gon stop me huh

Who gon stop me huh

Who gon stop me
No brakes I need state farm
So many watches I need 8 arms
One neck but got 8 charms
Who gon stop me huh
Niggaas talkin they b**ch made
Ixnay off my dicksnay
That's pig latin itchbay

Who gon stop me huh
Last night ain't 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 f***ed the doorman
Well that's cool I f***ed the waitress
Heard yeezy was racist well I guess that's on one basis

I only like green faces

This is something like the holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the lord

Till I die I'mma f***in 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
Yall w**d purple my money purple
Yall steve urkel I'm oprah circle
I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt you
Who gone stop me huh
Beat the odds best the feds
It wouldn't be wise to bet against the kid
Start me broke I bet I get rich
Night shift 6 to 6
Gimmie one shot one pot
I'll show up in all white wearing no socks
No ceiling new coupe
They know I'm a d**e boy
They don't have no proof
I'm 3 steps removed I know how to move
It's looking like I don't know how to lose
I'm winning again I'm at the wynn
I'm at the table I'm gambling
Lucky lefty I expect a 7
I went through hell I'm expecting heaven I'm owed

I'm throwed and I stuck to the gcode

I'm here oh yeah I promise I ain't going nowhere
Ok here like a hare like a rabbit I like karats
I'm allergic to having bunny ears
Like broke like nope like ha
I ain't no joke I can't be stopped
Like nope like nope

To the beat noah

2 seats in the 911 no limit on the black card
Told yall I was gonna go ham to the ocean
Was my backyard
No lies in my verses please pardon all the curses
Sh*t gotta come some way f**k when you
Growing up worthless
Middle finger to my old life special
Shout out to my old head
If it wasn't for your advice a ni**a would
Have been so dead
I'm living life till these niggas kill me
Turn this up if these ni**as feel me
I'm riding dirty trying to get filthy
Pabalo picasso rothkos rilkes
Graduated to the moma

And I did all of this without a diploma
Graduated from the corner
Yall can play me
For a mother****in fool if you wanna
Street smart and I'm book smart
Could have been a chemist 'cause'el
Cook smart

Only thing that can stop me is me and I'mma
Stop when the hook start
Hold up

This is something like the golocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the lord

Till I die I'mma f***in 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