Tekster:
Prince Gotta Stop Messin About

Gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin' about You gotta stop, gotta, gotta stop, messin' about Gotta stop, gotta gotta stop, messin' about You gotta stop, gotta, gotta stop, messin

Gotta stop, gotta, gotta stop messin' about U gotta stop, gotta, gotta stop messin' about (Ooh) Oh oh yeah U gotta Gotta stop, gotta, gotta stop messin' about U gotta stop, gotta

Gotta stop, gotta, gotta stop messin' about U gotta stop, gotta, gotta stop messin' about (Ooh) Oh oh yeah U gotta Gotta stop, gotta, gotta stop messin' about U gotta stop, gotta

the sky I think why to belive it What about Santa what about Jesus That's how I felt when I lost little Fred Crazy how all the good guys end up dead These need to stop

what I'm sayin Mickey Mouse? Now think about it -- can you really come close to this? You soft as powder, weak as a cabin cooler Ugly as work shoes, messin

it on yo high 'cause you got flat-lined I'm Yo Gotti 'cause fuck who you thought I was I really shot them choppers, I really sold them drugs I really mess

so take a dose of this Now think about it -- can you really come close to this? You soft as powder, weak as a cabin cooler Ugly as work shoes, messin

(Feat. All Star, Yo Gotti) oh [x16] [All Star] Yea this All Star Cashville's Prince From Cashville to M-Town to ATL When ya in the club and its a hater

the sky I think why to belive it What about Santa what about Jesus That's how I felt when I lost little Fred Crazy how all the good guys end up dead These need to stop