Lyrics:
is loaded
And, if you're not there, by the toot of the horn
(Kick it) Uh, I'm gone, car hoppers!
Car hoppers, car-car-hoppers (hey)
Car hoppers
Made for the stage countin' one-two-three (Ha) Box-step, hand-stand, split, and twirl
You better believe I ain't no padi girl
When I sing the birds go
a hound
And here's the name I go
By when I'm rolling around
The Ho Hopper (Tell a friend bitch)
The Ho Hopper (All your friends trick)
I give it to you
now I'm always on go
They done did a drive by left his brains on the fla
Drive by left his brains on the floor
They done did a drive by left his
would use tech to hunt whales. Sounds like a train or motorcycle the older sounds, the new sounds are made by male whales only. innovative male. waves
Nothin' just kickin' it
Are y'all done?
Nah, what you gon' do today?
Um, pick up my clothes from the cleaners, I needa go get my nails done
Serious?
Nothin' just kickin' it
Are y'all done?
Nah, what you gon' do today?
Um, pick up my clothes from the cleaners, I needa go get my nails done
Serious?
Oooh
Big bank call me big papa
Big daddy tell the little mommas
Slim waste wit a big bottom
We aint havin no drama
Big man by the little problem
It
are always on point
Smooth as an ointment
I mitigate any beat
I'll take you where I want to go
I sound slick when I kick it on a slow tempo
And if you
the Dana's on your hooptie
And your fly-ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
If she proper, I'ma pop her, the hole hopper
It's back
Globe trotter, ho hopper, superstar asterik
People always wonder so they ask us who we are
Rolling up to clubs when we too young to hit the bar
Wanna
Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
"Forty, there go
Beef
Here we go
[ Chubb Rock ]
I arrive from the steps of Sinai cause I'm fly
When you're high from the lye
You see me mingle in the sky
To Get His Mind Right
I’m In The House Watching Bounce, Rolling By The Ounce
Me & My Dog We Go Hard In Goyard
Spent A Five On Some T-Shirts By Ky Nizza
sis she fucking everybody bro
She’s a Homie hopper
All my homies fucked ya
She’s a Homie hopper
She a homie hopping hoe
She ain’t only slobbing Joe
Better if i'm unknown but if you do know Falling Always Strengthens Me
OK let's go jack it up
I be whippin the sauce passin the Ops yeah I don't
Certified Shit Popper
Can't trust these bitches
Most of em be dick hoppers
Said he want war no biggie like big poppa
Shoot at his feet make him dance
a hoe
It was always fuck em bro
But if he switching up
Fuck em both
You aint real
I could tell
By a look in yo eyelids
And saying im lit
Walking around
We dem boys
They just won't let it be
We come so heavenly
Better check our pedigree
We dem boys
So incredible
They won't let it go
Cause they already
a pack in the house and fed us Vienna Sausages
It didn't bother us, though. Road Rash on the cathodes
Full gas on the last go. Don't ask if we have Battle
a dollar sign
I had a CAT scan
And I had money on my mind
I tell a bitch
Go and get my name on your spine
So I can feel good
When I'm hitting it from
your best table. Okay, the best table
Know what I'm sayin'? By the window over the view and shit
Alright? And also I need to know
can I pay at this
like the stooges, or goddamn musketeers
So come on Hopper Bob, it’s time for another round
We’ve got some hell to raise, and good times to go down
I know
You can ask Felix
He knows what the deal is
Mex passed away
I hope he's gonna feel this
On the Break
Fusik musically unifying energy
From streets
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