Artist: Too $hort f/ 50 Cent, Devin the Dude, Twista Album: No Trespassing Song: I'm a Stop Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus: Devin the Dude] I'ma stop putting my thing up in ya, bitch if ya don't stop callin me Every hour on the hour, motherfucker cian't ya tell you botherin me!! I'm smokin, drinkin, thinkin 'bout pussy, not necessarily yours So - just leave me alone fo' a minute, I'm fi' to fuck with a few of these hoes [Too $hort] I met this bitch, her name was Lucy She's a Twitter stalkin, Facebook groupie She loves dogs so I nicknamed her Poop One day she wants me and the next day it's Snoop ... She keeps postin pics Cause Lucy, she love to stroke them dicks She got that feel good energy And a whole lot of nasty memories I never shoulda did what I did with the bitch Cause now, I cain't get rid of the bitch She's throwing up my phone sendin texts and e-mails all about her dreams of having sex with females Cum swappin in a threesome? But that ain't what I want, that's what she wants I keep tellin her, to leave me alone Bitch won't stop calling my phone Beitch!! [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah, 50! I should have never fucked that freaky bitch, now I be on some kinky shit Man she keep callin and callin, man that bitch is a stalker First I want my ass licked, then I need my toes licked Soon as the bitch think she done, I come up with some mo' shit I can't have a square bitch, now I need a rare bitch No gag reflex, no ring, no marriage I'm super, yeah I'm Superman, see me I need a Super-pro Go super low and give a nigga some super-felatio And if I'm soft it's her fault; it's her job to get me hard My dick's the bishop, to help a bitch find God Church, keep it rainin on my hoes And tailored shit on my back everywhere I go That paper keep it flowin in - there she go again Look bitch, you workin my last nerves I have to go to therapy, I can no longer fuck with you What you and I had was a flash, shorty I had enough of you [Chorus] [Twista] Ha ha~! Twista When you lookin at her body you gon' wanna get up with her because the bitch a banger Big swag, a socialite, easily clickin with strangers Never really know her when you get to meet her cause she was so thick and you think she the bomb first Ask what she do, she say she do promo for concerts But she don't wanna listen, gotta be at every party I'm at Runnin to rub me got me like a rat Why you all over a motherfucker like that? (Damn!) All these flaws, make a, nig-ga, pause, with the, words Got the, drawers, but now I'm feelin like fuckin with you fuckin birds for the urge, got myself in some shit I can't get out, so shoot me Now the bitch all on the internet stalkin me That's what I get for fuckin with a groupie All I can do is smoke a loosie, sip and trip on how the shit go But all I know - better be the business If you hit her fuckin with her cause she could be a hoe (that right) Now, let me put it in retrospect Reminiscin with Shocker, go back up time and intercept yo' sex Now what you all in the window with my two do' fo'? Lil' momma you get on my nerves I told you I ain't fuckin you no' mo', damn! [Chorus] [Outro: Devin the Dude 3X] I know you miss this dick; I know you really miss it miss You want to hug it, want to rub it, want to kiss it