Why Stop Now (remix) Lyrics

[Intro]
Turn my fucking beat up (x3)
(Turn my mic up to)
9Remix)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Uh, yeah! We can do anything
Walk everywhere and buy anything! (REEMIX)
Ill be chilling, I dont worry about anything REEMIX)
Why stop now? I can have everything! (Part 2)
Yeeeah! I can have everything!
Yeeeah! I can have everything!
Yeeeah! I can have everything!
Why stop now? I can have everything!

[Busta Rhymes]
Find the nearest exit
Everybody better find the nearest exit
See the way I killed very nigga in this bitch
Somebody please tell me where the forensics
Everybody know the God real
Looking like you work in a garage sale
While you hating on one of the greatest
I be in the crib digging in ya moms tail
Big old bitch Avatar
I got her sitting on the dick like I handle bar
Shawty like the way I beat it up
Beat the pretty pussy with a battle scar
Let a nigga eat it up like a caviar
Got her buggin now she wanna carry on
YMCMB, gods of this rap shit that we are
But ya girl look like a little amateur
Wednesday night at the Apollo
But its okay cause she got a long neck
And I got a dick size only a giraffe could swallow
Sent her back cause they gonna ask tomorrow
Why baby girl did you have to gargle?
If I could have everything
Do me a favour send me a hundred more bottles
Hahaha

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Uh, yeah! We can do anything
Walk everywhere and buy anything!
Ill be chilling, I dont worry about anything
Why stop now? I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Yeah! I can have everything!
Why stop now? I can have everything!

[Busta Rhymes]
Aye let me re-introduce yall to my beautiful twin
Oh my God. MISSY

[Missy Elliott]
It go 3,4,5,6
On this mic I hot spit
This my time, toc-tic
On the chicken not fucking wit
Hit em with hits in the head I spit
This shit is so ridiculous, sick
Missy like no other chick
Now watch how I kill this remix
I slay these crows
Got more lines than cornrows
You aint on me sea level
Better get on ya tippy toes
Really though, really no
Ima blow it up like a torpedo
Who am I, you dont know
You can call me the original
Im the E-double-LL I-O-T-T dont ever try me on the mic Ima beast
Eat an emcee like Im finna have a feast
You better sit down, have a seat
I can do anything, Missy finna change the game
Yall better stay up in ya lane
Now Imma just make yall clap ya hands

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Busta Rhymes]
Its been officially declared that the martian is back in the building
TUNECHI!!!

[Lil Wayne]
Man, fuck these niggas
Man, fuck these hoes
T just roll a big long blunt
I smoke that bitch till its Muggsy Bogues
I aint got time for that bitch shit
Glock, automatic, no stick shift
My girl p-ssy bigger than pig lips
My blunts last longer than friendships
Man, I was on my skateboard
It aint trickin if you got it Ill pay for it
Hol up, wait for it
Catch up, like fake blood
My own funeral Im late for it
Shout out to my young nigga Ace Hood
Im fresh out the can Im canned goods
Two handguns, my hands full
Im young ill and so mean
Im one pill from ODing
Im high hoe, my eyes low like Koreans
I pulled up on that ?
Thuggin, bumping Golf Wang
Bitch, Im higher than Eddie Cane
Tunechi I can have everything

[Hook: Chris Brown]

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