BOP
Bianca, Aprile
Vento soffia in faccia
Io mi muovo senza sosta, sosta e se ti va
La, la, la
La, la, la con me
Uh
Ride in the city, with a drop-top
Maldive beach with the flip flop
Shake that booty baby don't stop stop
As soon as it drops it a bop bop
Turned up, please don't kill my vibe
Chilling with the gang, now we the tribe
Puff puff pass, that kush pipe
What a view, Baby I can't describe
Elevator up it's a penthouse
They do it for the gram, they chasing clout
I don't wanna chill, make a mill
I don't care what they rap about
Fuck how you feel I keep it real
Baby if we done, I'll probably kick you out
It ain't personal but shake that ass
One more time as you walking out
Life is moving fast, I can't trust a hoe
Gotta hit the gas, chase that dough
Uh
Are you with me or you are not
Uh uh
Ride in the city, drop the top
Maldive beach wearing flip flop
Shake that booty baby don't stop
As soon as it drops its a bop
Vento, vento sulla faccia
Spiaggia vuota, vuota e sabbia
Io mi muovo, senza sosta
Se ti va, bop bop
La, la, la
Hmm hmm
I think am leaving without you
Ah ah
I think am leaving without you
Push your face between the pillow
Spiaggia vuota e sabbia
Then that weight, ki ki kilo
Mi muovo senza sosta
Up in the hills, favela, de janeiro
Vento nella città
Young boy chasing them dineros
Hm hm
Vento soffia in faccia
Io mi muovo senza sosta, sosta e se ti va
La, la, la
La, la, la con me
Uh
Ride in the city, with a drop-top
Maldive beach with the flip flop
Shake that booty baby don't stop stop
As soon as it drops it a bop bop
Turned up, please don't kill my vibe
Chilling with the gang, now we the tribe
Puff puff pass, that kush pipe
What a view, Baby I can't describe
Elevator up it's a penthouse
They do it for the gram, they chasing clout
I don't wanna chill, make a mill
I don't care what they rap about
Fuck how you feel I keep it real
Baby if we done, I'll probably kick you out
It ain't personal but shake that ass
One more time as you walking out
Life is moving fast, I can't trust a hoe
Gotta hit the gas, chase that dough
Uh
Are you with me or you are not
Uh uh
Ride in the city, drop the top
Maldive beach wearing flip flop
Shake that booty baby don't stop
As soon as it drops its a bop
Vento, vento sulla faccia
Spiaggia vuota, vuota e sabbia
Io mi muovo, senza sosta
Se ti va, bop bop
La, la, la
Hmm hmm
I think am leaving without you
Ah ah
I think am leaving without you
Push your face between the pillow
Spiaggia vuota e sabbia
Then that weight, ki ki kilo
Mi muovo senza sosta
Up in the hills, favela, de janeiro
Vento nella città
Young boy chasing them dineros
Hm hm
Credits
Writer(s): Harrison Gboru
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