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Versuri Kanye West & Don Toliver – Don’t You* lyrics

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[Chorus: Don Toliver]
(Don’t you stop, don’t you stop, wait, don’t stop)
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
Young rich nigga, got a trapper and a team
Bad lil’ bitches want it, call me
Movin’ like a YN when I was sixteen
Smokin’ that weed and trappin’ out houses
Back of the ‘Lac and I’m higher than a mountain
Drank, codeine, got it comin’ out a fountain
What you finna do for that allowance?
Bags on the floor, bags on the floor, countin’
I’m worth all, finna call my accountant
Runnin’ through a trap, I doubt it
You wanna get money? I’m ‘bout it

[Bridge: Don Toliver]
Okay, yeah, o-okay, o-o-okay, I’m back doin’ that street
Okay, yeah, okay, ah-okay, okay, I just spread on that beat
Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I found you in the street
Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I just spread on that beat
Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I found you in the street
Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I just spread on that—

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Let me see where we at tonight
We could bring this back to life
Thought that I couldn’t, you should be embarrassed
Their egos is threatened, they really should cherish
Too many excuses, I don’t wanna hear it
Don’t call it a patio, bitch, it’s a terrace
We finna make us a killin’, that’s word to my deads
They tried to paint me as a villain and color me bad
I noticed the jealousy peaking, I thought we was past this
This type of exposure’s indecent, these niggas is classless
I bet on myself when the labels thought I was a bad risk
The money that I had invested is doing gymnastics
I’m so far ahead of the game, I’m not going backwards
Shout out to André and Roger my enemies
Zapped out their energy, this what we need
This type of engine don’t run off of greed
My type of woman is very successful
She gon’ succeed, she love to suck seed
My life a movie, I jump in a scene
I take ‘em Juvie, 400 Degreez
Run up a check and I do it with speed
King Kong ain’t got nothin’ on me
They music ain’t big as my songs that have leaked
They need some assistance, should call the police
F all the talking and talking is cheap
How many cops ‘fore they call it a fleet?
Live in the stars and the comets and meteors
I think that kid be callin’ on me
Get this shit poppin’ like I was from Greece
Tweakin’ on niggas, they thought it was sweet

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
(Don’t you stop, don’t you stop, wait, don’t stop)
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you