Lyrics:
got shot (brr)
Them bullets went through him, they hot (hot)
He leakin', that boy need a mop (mop)
That Glock, it don't miss, got a dot (woo)
I sold
We want to be loved, so we have sex together...
And they feel loved about that...
And this is the way it makes me feel...loved...
I want it, I dream
feels cared for...
We wanna be loved, so we have sex together...
And they feel loved about that...
And this is the way it makes me feel...loved...
I want
, flop, flop
He got the dreads and he look like a mop
Mop, mop, mop, mop, mop
Yeah, I swerve that bitch like Mario
People mad and they hatin' like they
And though his wings, they were never seen
I thought that he walked on water
Well, he tied a cord to the end of a mop
And said, "Son, here's a pony, keep
the whole game up like a mop (Mop)
Makin' songs on my laptop
This is Hip-Hop
Make my way to the top
I will not stop (Stop)
I cannot flop
Can't waste time
the clutter the stains
(Yeah, flush it down the drain)
Just because we made it
We can change
Our old ways starting today
(M.O.P) Just because we made it
We
his wings, they were never seen
I thought that he walked on water
Well, he tied a cord to the end of a mop
And said, "Son, here's a pony, keep her
(Evil Empire laughing all the way to the bank)
Point at his face wit the muhfuckin Glock
Count up this money I know it's a lot
Was fuckin around
shoot that
Business man nigga where is my suit at
Call my shooter to get that
Mop, Mop, Mop, Mop, Mop, Mop, Mop, Mop, Mop
Mop, Mop, Mop, Mop, Mop, Mop
tapping our computers and telephones
What is Al Queda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by our government's
smells the same as the day you broke your arm swingin'
On that kid out on the river
You bailed him out, never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's
of codeine
Mop that young nigga, have you smelling like some sardines
I just, I just scored some work and I'ma serve every dope fiend
Mixin' up the molly
way to turn
Flip, flop and fly
I don't care if I die
Flip, flop and fly
I don't care if I die
Don't ever leave me
Don't ever say goodbye
Give
Your flop era is low-key serving, what the fuck does that mean?
Walking in the room and you know I'm looking hot
Asking baby boy, "Can you give me
Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle
Shit was all good just a week ago
About to start snitchin', ain't you?
Ready to start bitchin', ain't
a pencil I'm John wick (What else?)
Guess I'm John wick the way that I lost my fucking chick (What else?)
But, fuck that chick
She was just a tic (Uh-huh)
If
flop summer.
Put your coat away in the closet
You won't need it, baby
Because it's a clear blue sky
And the weatherman says it looks that way for weeks.
tapping our computers and telephones
What if Al Quaeda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by the government's
what?
I might just pull up and flop (Yuh)
Gucci flip flops with the socks (Yeah)
Smooth like some butter no mop
I never snitch that shit rare
I'd rather
.C., that’s the way to begin
And .H., that’s the next letter in.
And .I., is the middle of the word
And .C., you.ve already heard
And, .K., is a kind
Stop
Your album will Flop Flop Flop
Girls gimme that Top Top Top
Keep it clean like Mop Mop Mop
Pull up in yo Shop Shop Shop
I’m starting to Pop Pop Pop
When I hear him play in his twisted key
That's the way he calls to me
On a silver tray, I keep the master key
In every way, he depends on me
talkin' with my accent
We held hands and waded into
That blue water
She left her flip-flops by my Red Wings on the beach
Yeah, but now I'm dodging
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