CANT STOP (Explicit)
Don Toliver, Future, Wallie the Sensei"CANT STOP (Explicit)" is a song by Don Toliver, Future, Wallie the Sensei, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:04 long and contains 78 lines and 430 words.
Lyrics
0:00Yeah yeah
0:03I just dropped my top yeah
0:07I can't stop
0:09Can't stop this ****
0:10Don't ask 'bout my fit it cost a lot yeah
0:13I cannot stand out I'm standing in you know where I'm at
0:17Ever since I came in I just put my top down
0:21Okay gettin' jaded but I can't feel my face now
0:25Opp ridin' in Lamb' yeah in the suicide
0:27I can't see 'em
0:28I'll be fine baby I don't need you
0:30No love baby you feel it too yeah
0:33All in it ooh all in it
0:35Ooh
0:36I'm just for the two-sippin'
0:37Ooh
0:38I can't drown in it
0:39Ooh
0:40All in ooh all in
0:43Ooh
0:43I'm just for the two-sippin'
0:45Ooh
0:45I can't drown in it
0:47Ooh
0:48Drankin' on codeine and went to the top
0:50Oh yeah
0:50Bustdown is my watch and I can't see the clock
0:52Oh yeah
0:52Pull up in foreigns and droppin' the top
0:54Oh yeah
0:54Turn up my savages that's word to Allah
0:56Turn up my shooters it ain't no more robbin'
0:58Oh yeah
0:58Lil bitty Pluto niggas ain't no problem
1:00Oh yeah
1:00She wanted the Puda cost mе twenty thousand
1:01Oh yeah
1:02Fresh in thе photo but they need a stylist
1:04I'm Wallie the Sensei
1:07Took his ***** on the weekend get her back to him Wednesday
1:10And I got a problem with spending too much money
1:12That's what my friends say yeah
1:14Freebandz
1:15Pulled up in a '23 drop-top woah bad *****
1:17Ass out in a crop-top yeah
1:21I ain't even ate and I'm still ********
1:23I won't make her my ***** but I'm still hittin'
1:24******* on queens but I ain't from Great Britain
1:26I'm all in her stomach I ain't fittin'
1:28That ***** told me "Slow down" but I ain't listen
1:30They be like "You a king you need to slow down"
1:32I'm drinkin' that lean I'm still sippin'
1:34Drankin' on codeine and went to the top
1:36I drop my top
1:36Bustdown is my watch and I can't see the clock
1:38Oh yeah
1:38Pull up in foreigns and droppin' the top
1:40Oh yeah
1:40Turn up my savages that's word to Allah
1:42Turn up my shooters it ain't no more robbin'
1:44Oh yeah
1:44Lil' bitty Pluto niggas ain't no problem
1:45Oh yeah
1:46She wanted the Puda cost me twenty thousand
1:48Oh yeah
1:48Fresh in the photo but they need a stylist
1:50Ooh all in it
1:52Ooh
1:52I'm just for the two-sippin'
1:54Ooh
1:55I can't drown in it
1:56Ooh
1:57All in ooh all in
2:00Ooh
2:00I'm just for the two-sippin'
2:02Ooh
2:02I can't drown in it
2:04Ooh
Yeah yeah I just dropped my top yeah I can't stop Can't stop this **** Don't ask 'bout my fit it cost a lot yeah I cannot stand out I'm standing in you know where I'm at Ever since I came in I just put my top down Okay gettin' jaded but I can't feel my face now Opp ridin' in Lamb' yeah in the suicide I can't see 'em I'll be fine baby I don't need you No love baby you feel it too yeah All in it ooh all in it Ooh I'm just for the two-sippin' Ooh I can't drown in it Ooh All in ooh all in Ooh I'm just for the two-sippin' Ooh I can't drown in it Ooh Drankin' on codeine and went to the top Oh yeah Bustdown is my watch and I can't see the clock Oh yeah Pull up in foreigns and droppin' the top Oh yeah Turn up my savages that's word to Allah Turn up my shooters it ain't no more robbin' Oh yeah Lil bitty Pluto niggas ain't no problem Oh yeah She wanted the Puda cost mе twenty thousand Oh yeah Fresh in thе photo but they need a stylist I'm Wallie the Sensei Took his ***** on the weekend get her back to him Wednesday And I got a problem with spending too much money That's what my friends say yeah Freebandz Pulled up in a '23 drop-top woah bad ***** Ass out in a crop-top yeah I ain't even ate and I'm still ******** I won't make her my ***** but I'm still hittin' ******* on queens but I ain't from Great Britain I'm all in her stomach I ain't fittin' That ***** told me "Slow down" but I ain't listen They be like "You a king you need to slow down" I'm drinkin' that lean I'm still sippin' Drankin' on codeine and went to the top I drop my top Bustdown is my watch and I can't see the clock Oh yeah Pull up in foreigns and droppin' the top Oh yeah Turn up my savages that's word to Allah Turn up my shooters it ain't no more robbin' Oh yeah Lil' bitty Pluto niggas ain't no problem Oh yeah She wanted the Puda cost me twenty thousand Oh yeah Fresh in the photo but they need a stylist Ooh all in it Ooh I'm just for the two-sippin' Ooh I can't drown in it Ooh All in ooh all in Ooh I'm just for the two-sippin' Ooh I can't drown in it Ooh
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