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Artiste : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Titre : Bop
(Just run that bitch, Malik)
Look, look

My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder (He keep that chop)

Oh, he a soldier (Oh, he´ll pop a nigga)
My brother 3Three (Baow)
He get the drop so I can fold ya (Oh, that beat bangin´, nigga)
I thought I told ya

Hold on, my wife not mine
Got diamonds on and that´ll blind ya
Pussy nigga, I been grindin´, I been shinin´
I done fucked my bag up (Huh), and I ain´t scared to tell nobody
I´m gon´ have another sixty M´s in my pocket ´fore next year end
Play with Top, way quick, they pop your top, know they get killed, man
Got her out her top, your bitch a bop, gone off that santan
Got no time for these hoes pussy poppin´, where my money, man?

Know the FBI been tryna stop me, I need VPN
Bitch better quit that poppin´ ´fore you fuck around, get your mans spinned
Know my youngin poppin´, bitch, I cut up like a madman
Outside, bitch, we poppin´, bitch, we poppin´, spin that Yeat again
Hit your block with switches, then we repeat like a ceiling fan
We fill up at Conoco, walk ´round with that Calico, we got all type of poles
´Fore I blast you, strike a pose, bitch, watch your soul go
Strike him with this bitch, that cutter flashin´ like T Romo
Cut up like my daddy, bitch, Montana kill you, you want smoke
Bitch, float your boat, you better not choke, boy, you a ho

Bitch, we gon´ beat the last side, we´re still together, that´s how it go
R.I.P. Dump, now I done seen this once before
Yeah, ain´t no problem, I say

My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya
Y´all boys want beef
We catch you slippin´ and we dome ya
We walk down on ya, look

Hit the bitch in his face like back to back
They won´t realize him and that´s facts
We turn your son into a pack, we blew his noggin

Bitch, this gravedigger mode, I can´t wait for Stunna Island
I´m recordin´ right now, do a song, and, bitch, it´s perfect stimulizin´
They won´t put that pistol on me, they use papers to decline me
Bitch, I´m thuggin´, I´ll send them slimes to fuck up your whole climate
She was fucked up, buy her a sugar bag and I won´t tell nobody
He was fucked up ´bout that sugar bag, couldn´t pay his hit deposit
Play with me, but Meechy got me bad, so I gotta call up Brasi
He still fucked up, he wan´ talk ´bout ads and how he beat up pockets
After all I see, I got this, my watch glisten, they gon´ watch this

I been thinkin´ I might need to go put caskets on my eyelids
Earlobes got shovels, and my G-Wag´ got that B in it
Step inside my lane, best come with pain, bitch, you get beat it
Weekends, I need my paper strong, wife need to hit Spain for a weekend
Bitch, find a plug around, don´t come back home until we deep in
I ain´t nowhere good, you´re gone
I need you back, don´t do no creepin´
These niggas holdin´ me down, I need to find me another rich friend
Shit, I need to sell some hitmans
Get contracts changed to contrast
No, you couldn´t stand up to that four-five, you died, you stupid dumbass

On my side, you get no pass
Tote big fires with green flags
We hop out, better run fast
Nigga, yeah

My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya, yeah

Huh, ooh
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Oh yeah
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt