[Chorus: Mansa] It Ain't no stopping No She wants to ride it out She can't handle all the pressure That's inside her mouth I put d** inside her till she slides out her attire I advised her not to try it Because she ain't from this side of town But she wanted to put the purple headband on Lebrons Mix Yeah, on Lebron's Mix Balenciagas make her feel like I'm accomplished Say She's from Beverly But all her exes in Compton Whoa [Verse: Bizzy Crook] I fell in love on the beach I should've known to retreat Things in Miami go South You'd think that I knew by now History always repeats I'm playing in it for keeps I am so far from my peak I hope my new girl a freak She look me straight dead in the eyes Every time that we're f**ing; Cause shes looking for her in me Damn, would've done anything for ya Still a do anything for ya Used to come over, you'd bring the sprite with the soda I use to lean on your shoulder I use to sleep on ya sofa We use to f** on the tour bus And now your a grown up I heard that you dance in the next city over Where nobody knows ya The moneys important, but never get caught up That's not you, or how you was brought up I know we not talking, dont hear from me often But never forget what I taught ya And your Dad did a great job, raising you on his own Especially in the city that we call home Where love always goes wrong