Dee Watkins - Stop Askin Lyrics

 Dee Watkins - Stop Askin Lyrics


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Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'

Stop askin' me bout all this money

Stop askin' me how I came up from the bottom and ran that shit up from nothin'

Aye

Stop askin' me how much I make

Don't worry bout me bitch, I'm straight

Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on cloths and got it right back in the day

Stop askin' me why you got blocked

Stop askin' me how I got hot

Stop askin' me when Imma drop

Stop askin' me shit like the cops

Stop askin', I ain't in the mood

Stop askin', I ain't tryna be rude

Stop rappin', this shit ain't for you

Stop flaggin', get put on the news


They don't know the hell thatcho know that I tell em

And askin' me shit ain't gon' make it no better

Trustin' these hoes, boy you gotta do better

I get so high I feel like a propella

If you one hundred, I give you whatever

Knew I was gifted, they knew I was special

Long live me bro, I got you forever

Speak on yo name, they get sent to the devil

Yhea, fuck how you feelin', don't care bout yo feelins'

These bitches be trippin', these niggas be bitchin'

This money, I get it, I came from the trenches

Just hold up, I'm bout to go up in a minute

Back in high school I was gettin' suspended

Now I run around in the foreign whip tinted

Everything they said I could do, I did it

Answer me shit, tryna get in my business

Ask me how it feel to stuff the racks inside the Gucci bag

These niggas broke, that's why they mad

My bitch bad so you know they gon' ask, "where the fuck did the bitch get all that ass?"

"Why he be switchin' his bitches so fast?"

"Why he got money and don't like to brag?"

Get in yo bag, yeah


Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'

Stop askin' me bout all this money

Stop askin' me how I came up from the bottom and ran that shit up from nothin'

Aye

Stop askin' me how much I make

Don't worry bout me bitch, I'm straight

Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on cloths and got it right back in the day

Stop askin' me why you got blocked

Stop askin' me how I got hot

Stop askin' me when Imma drop

Stop askin' me shit like the cops

Stop askin', I ain't in the mood

Stop askin', I ain't tryna be rude

Stop rappin', this shit ain't for you

Stop flaggin', get put on the news


Yeah, stop askin' me this, stop askin' me that

Like "where you get this", "how you get that"?

My lips they stay zipped, I forever laugh

They told me I'm the goat, don't be tellin' me that

I seen you a creep, so I fell in the bag

Ain't get in my feelins', I stuck to my bag

Lately lane road to riches, my foot on the gas

Can't be playin' with no nigga, get put in the past

I ain't playin', I ain't jokin', can we just bang everything, reload it?

Everrythang off the brain, I ain't never ever wrote it

Won't be sayin' evvrythang, I be sayin' he quote it

Fuck how my nigga die?

(How?)

I don't even know

I been feelin' alright

I been tryna keep strong

I ain't in no house forever in the [?]

"If I say lets ride", is you ready to roll?

Inna new, rhythm

Let's see if you, will spin them

Bitch stick go poof, on a nigga

Made boy go poof, never knew a magician

Nah

Finally got richer, painted a picture

I then got busy, you can't even belittle

If I can't shoot out both side I ain't takin' no sprinter

Bitch appointin' me to the plague, I can't wait for the medal


Stop askin' me who I be fuckin'

Stop askin' me bout all this money

Stop askin' me how I came up from the bottom and ran that shit up from nothin'

Aye

Stop askin' me how much I make

Don't worry bout me bitch, I'm straight

Stop askin' me how I spent twenty on cloths and got it right back in the day

Stop askin' me why you got blocked

Stop askin' me how I got hot

Stop askin' me when Imma drop

Stop askin' me shit like the cops

Stop askin', I ain't in the mood

Stop askin', I ain't tryna be rude

Stop rappin', this shit ain't for you

Stop flaggin', get put on the news