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conversations.value: Write me a song called Won’t Stop with the following description: Download 28 Grams here!
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
  In the trap with some killers on the real
  Real man, I am man
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers
  On the real, I'mma stack me a million
  On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad
  On the real, I just won't stop going hard
  On the real, on it, on it
  On the real, on it, on it
  On the real, damn
  On the real, on it, on it
  [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
  Kush in my hands, wake up smoking them grams
  She say I'm the man, can't keep her face out my pants
  Hand full of rings, gold on my sink
  Don't even fuck with you, fuck what you think
  Covered in ink
  Bitches in love with me cause of my money
  I know there'd be days like this
  But, never knew I would wake up, roll a joint, do my thing, and get paid like this
  I walk in the bank, the shark out the tank
  I give 'em that thing, he gone aim and don't blink
  He aimin', don't blink
  I'm doing everything that you can't [Bridge: Wiz Khalifa]
  Talkin' G's but you ain't 'round none
  Get a pound in your city man, it ain't 'bout nothin'
  If I gotta send it on a plane, I'mma get it
  Give a fuck what a nigga think, boy I'm with it
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers
  On the real, I'mma stack me a million
  On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad
  On the real, I just won't stop going hard
  On the real, on it, on it
  On the real, on it, on it
  On the real, damn
  On the real, on it, on it
  [Verse 2: Tuki Carter]
  You niggas some haters
  You niggas not playas, you niggas is fakers
  You niggas is faker than ghosts by (?)
  You niggas did salty, high sodium
  The fuck is you sayin'?
  I'm focused on camera, the fuck is you sayin'?
  You suckers is pussy
  You focused on fuckin' the plans
  Roll through the city, I'm rollin' with your ho
  My nigga have no hope
  I'm fuckin' your bitch and her pussy is so-so, be rolling up your dough
  Your niggas ain't loyal, your whole crew was po-po but one of them rich
  The rest of them (?), but most of you flex
  A nigga that don't know you, don't know
  My niggas got six cals more than your four-four
  Pop up your top, one more shot to the top of your block
  With that chop, you drop
  You be talkin' no mo'
  My bitches get bitches that come with more bitches, ya'll niggas ain't got no hoes
  We come to your city, we takin' your biddies and leavin' out with bolos
  Your niggas is smokin' that 50, ya'll ain't even keepin' that shit hunna [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
  On the real, I'm in the trap with some killers
  On the real, I'mma stack me a million
  On the real, I'mma fuck this nigga broad
  On the real, I just won't stop going hard
  On the real, on it, on it
  On the real, on it, on it
  On the real, damn
  On the real, on it, on it