Bop

One, two, three
One, two three

Getting all this guap man I cannot stop
Looking at your body and it's too damn hot
All these motherfuckers wanna see me flop
Already know that I will not drop
Getting all this guap man I cannot stop
Looking at your body and it's too damn hot
All these motherfuckers wanna see me flop
Already know that I will not drop
(Yeah, yeah)
Don't you believe no rumor
As a youngin I was cooler
Man your bitch go work at Hooters
Man I wish I knew that sooner
I don't want that hoe Imma get this guap
Drop off the coupe then I drop down the top
Damn you know this shits a bop

What's about to come
Man look at my flex
One, two, three piguets
Knowing damn well you can't stop my grind
Make Shit Happen man that's my design
I don't really care what they say about me
Knowing damn well I will never get a wifey
Things won't go left cause I'm the right man
Anything you say I can do it I can
Cooking stir fry in my fucking sauce pan oh man oh man oh my God I'm the man
All natural man fuck makeup
Like my bitches in some Marc Jacobs
Moving too fast go down the street
That's your girl man I never skeet

Getting all this guap man I cannot stop
Looking at your body and it's too damn hot
All these motherfuckers wanna see me flop
Already know that I will not drop
Getting all this guap man I cannot stop
Looking at your body and it's too damn hot
All these motherfuckers wanna see me flop
Already know that I will not drop
(Yeah, yeah)
Don't you believe no rumor
As a youngin I was cooler
Man your bitch go work at Hooters
Man I wish I knew that sooner
I don't want that hoe Imma get this guap
Drop off the coupe then I drop down the top
Damn you know this shits a bop



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Surban
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