Lyrics:
ille
Gjør vi det samme nå
Vi slår en god gammeldags floke
Så hopper vi opp og ned
Vi slår en god gammeldags floke
Hvor alle kan bli med
Om det rykker i
to roll people and steal their phones
He's paranoid, thinks he's being watched by drones
His family all look the same, I swear they're clones
They used
nobody is equal,
I can’t be a part of something so deceitful!
[Hook]
I am not driven by family or tradition,
I am not driven by family or tradition,
I am
rain on them bitches a bucket full of ones
We got them gold diggers, cold bitches
That wanna party off patron liquor, car hoppers the hard stoppers
(Chorus be -Camelia)
Anytime you want me boy just ask me know that I am by your side
All these fellings I have inside my heart no I can never hide
Tell
Now you in church, four days later obituary reading
Test me, lets see am I hard like I claim to be
Stomach scarred from the gang activity
Just a memory
to you
Am I you GBF, no
Slowdown
You got me acting like a slowdown
Your making me rethink this situation
Ha, Hopper's still alive
Slowdown
Slowdown
hustling for
Projects is the crowd, the crowd that I draw
Never am I fake, and never ever shall I be
ain't a chicken alive that can deal with me
And if you
Pull up with a whopper we playing dropper
Push u with a hopper smite u like potter
I aint that proper give me some topper
No money im still a shopper
Roddy Piper like a ollie hopper
Watch as I kick in your door and karate chop ya
Or better yet I'll come and kill you by putting some drugs in your burger
something like that
Alright, let's kick this shit on the one, kick it
Back by demand, now it's big as fuck
Because you as the public, you should know
Sorry mama, I had chose to run up commas
Fuck dishonor play keep away wit all the drama
Imma blow up off this got shii planted by osama
Man that
the boppers, car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showing cock, traffic stoppers
Looking good spending some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, hair by Mean
They call me showstopper
I'm the king on the throne
That just means I'm big papa
I'm never home alone
I need me a dick hopper
Put that bitch on your
of living is
Shooting through the clouds
Wow, am I the only nigga noticing
Is the city half black, Mr fuck it
I'll be the youngin to bring the focus in
on
With a faded habit this brother swerves when I sip vodka
I'm the latest rabbit, in other words; I'm a hip-hopper
You disc jockers never played me, you
hopper
Whore know she ghetto
So stop acting proper
I'ma school you lil baby
But I am no scholar
Know I gotta rage
Ball my fist up like Arthur
Bitch I drip
she proper I'ma pop her, the ho hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack
So Daz, step up on the ass
she proper I'ma pop her, the ho hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts and a big fat chronic sack
So Daz, step up on the ass
supposed to
Fact after fact like flipping through almanacs
Stats maxed like I bought the expansion pack
Hopper's back and I'm not talking 'bout the carry
I'm royalty I feel like William
Niggas hood hoppers they change colors like chameleons
My Bitch is mixed yea she look Mexican but ass Brazilian
Come
You know we back, right?
Clear the streets out
Come on with it, ha-ha, Star Trak
Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors
Ice Cream
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
the hood with bop and quin
Shout out my hopper lil Johnny Gill
I gave her a hit watch her bop again
I come from the children of pots and pans
I know it's
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