CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : MOP
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, b*t*h, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these n***as be talking, your b*t*h finna send me the drop, uh
And I'm finna do that lil' boy like a chef, I'm finna slide with the chop' (Mathias)
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk sh*t
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I'm selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your goddamn music, I swear to God it was dogsh*t
And I got your b*t*h in my mo'f**king crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk sh*t (Mathias)
Got her in the telly, uh-huh
Okay, your b*t*h is my side and she wanna ride, put it in her belly, uh-huh
Goddamn, I'm killing my bros and nobody knows, I feel like I'm Melly, uh-huh
Oh, sh*t, I took that b*t*h to the goddamn crib, that ho too smelly
I slide in a SRT, that b*t*h go way too fast, no, this not steady (Mathias)
She shake that a** right in front of yvngxchris, that b*t*h too fat, that ho like jelly
I mean everyday, I stay with a K in casе a lil' pu**y a** n***a wan' test me
And you can test mе, I put bands up on your head, yeah, that's the rest
And what the f**k was I just saying, my n***a? I just gotta— (Mathias)
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, b*t*h, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these n***as be talking, your b*t*h finna send me the drop, uh
And I'm finna do that lil' boy like a chef, I'm finna slide with the chop' (Mathias)
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk sh*t
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I'm selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your goddamn music, I swear to God it was dogsh*t
And I got your b*t*h in my mo'f**king crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk sh*t (Mathias, huh?)
My name be Chop, C-H-O-P
I rob my opps with ARP's
'Hop hit him up and he dead (Huh?)
'Hop hit him up, he R-I-P
I like to swing for fun
You say it's smoke? Better bring a gun (Huh?)
I brought the Draco out, so you better bring a drum (Mathias)
He ain't too fast, I caught him
Choppa make his a** dance like Harlem
Your chains rented, my sh*ts, I bought 'em
B*t*h, I'm really in the mix like [?]
You say you stuck in with your lil' n***as, all your a** get slaughtered
F**k your b*t*h, I smoke your father (Mathias)
Choppa make a n***a fall like autumn
Said we got .40's, we got carbons, them sh*ts go retarded (Huh?)
Might get caught out in the daytime, still gon' go regardless
If we can't catch you in your crib, we gon' patrol the party
AR clapping, his bro kept sparkin' (Mathias)
Keep on dropping 'til my songs is chartin' (B*t*h)
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, b*t*h, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these n***as be talking, your b*t*h finna send me the drop, uh
And I'm finna do that lil' boy like a chef, I'm finna slide with the chop' (Mathias)
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk sh*t
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I'm selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your goddamn music, I swear to God it was dogsh*t
And I got your b*t*h in my mo'f**king crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk sh*t (Mathias)
Two hands on the stick, b*t*h, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these n***as be talking, your b*t*h finna send me the drop, uh
And I'm finna do that lil' boy like a chef, I'm finna slide with the chop' (Mathias)
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk sh*t
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I'm selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your goddamn music, I swear to God it was dogsh*t
And I got your b*t*h in my mo'f**king crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk sh*t (Mathias)
Got her in the telly, uh-huh
Okay, your b*t*h is my side and she wanna ride, put it in her belly, uh-huh
Goddamn, I'm killing my bros and nobody knows, I feel like I'm Melly, uh-huh
Oh, sh*t, I took that b*t*h to the goddamn crib, that ho too smelly
I slide in a SRT, that b*t*h go way too fast, no, this not steady (Mathias)
She shake that a** right in front of yvngxchris, that b*t*h too fat, that ho like jelly
I mean everyday, I stay with a K in casе a lil' pu**y a** n***a wan' test me
And you can test mе, I put bands up on your head, yeah, that's the rest
And what the f**k was I just saying, my n***a? I just gotta— (Mathias)
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, b*t*h, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these n***as be talking, your b*t*h finna send me the drop, uh
And I'm finna do that lil' boy like a chef, I'm finna slide with the chop' (Mathias)
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk sh*t
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I'm selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your goddamn music, I swear to God it was dogsh*t
And I got your b*t*h in my mo'f**king crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk sh*t (Mathias, huh?)
My name be Chop, C-H-O-P
I rob my opps with ARP's
'Hop hit him up and he dead (Huh?)
'Hop hit him up, he R-I-P
I like to swing for fun
You say it's smoke? Better bring a gun (Huh?)
I brought the Draco out, so you better bring a drum (Mathias)
He ain't too fast, I caught him
Choppa make his a** dance like Harlem
Your chains rented, my sh*ts, I bought 'em
B*t*h, I'm really in the mix like [?]
You say you stuck in with your lil' n***as, all your a** get slaughtered
F**k your b*t*h, I smoke your father (Mathias)
Choppa make a n***a fall like autumn
Said we got .40's, we got carbons, them sh*ts go retarded (Huh?)
Might get caught out in the daytime, still gon' go regardless
If we can't catch you in your crib, we gon' patrol the party
AR clapping, his bro kept sparkin' (Mathias)
Keep on dropping 'til my songs is chartin' (B*t*h)
Slide on a opp
Two hands on the stick, b*t*h, it look like a mop
And I swear to God that these n***as be talking, your b*t*h finna send me the drop, uh
And I'm finna do that lil' boy like a chef, I'm finna slide with the chop' (Mathias)
I slide with a chopstick if he wanna talk sh*t
I pick up the Glock and I drop it
I'm selling his body, I put it for auction
And I really heard your goddamn music, I swear to God it was dogsh*t
And I got your b*t*h in my mo'f**king crib, that ho finna suck it and gawk sh*t (Mathias)
