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Fredo Bang - BOP (Official Video)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Fredo Bang
Fredo Bang
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Frederick Givens II
Frederick Givens II
Paroles/Composition
Brian Lamar Stewart Jr
Brian Lamar Stewart Jr
Paroles/Composition
Jack Richard Thierer
Jack Richard Thierer
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bboy Beatz
Bboy Beatz
Production
Yakree
Yakree
Production
Johnny Gaitan JR
Johnny Gaitan JR
Ingénierie de prise de son
hardbody Beazy
hardbody Beazy
Ingénierie de mixage
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
David Bone
David Bone
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Mmm-mmm Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop (blatt) Mmm-mmm Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop (Thanks Yakree) Mmm-mmm Bop, bop- (Bboy drippin' that sauce) I been poppin' Addies 'cause them Perkys had me stuck (yeah) Bitin' on my tongue, I been rollin' like a truck (rollin' like a truck) Got a bitch up out the hood, she'll take it in the butt Bitch, it's 2022, and I still don't give a fuck, oh (still don't give a fuck, ayy) I got youngins in the B tryna bleed some (blatt, blatt) I got hoes on my line, bitch, do you need somethin'? (Ring, ring) I keep bitches on they knees like they need somethin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuck with you like MTB, bitch, you'll never swipe my VISA (yeah) If you see me anywhere, just throw them fours up (throw them fours up) Keep a bat, quick to rip a nigga doors up (yeah) R.I.P. to Soulja Slim, I'm with them soldiers (soldiеrs) Stripper bitch like Cardi B, I'll fuck her for thе culture I don't dance in the club, I just bop (ayy, bop, bop) I don't dance in the club, I just bop (ayy, bop, bop) I don't dance in the club, I just bop I don't dance in the club, I just bop (bop, bop) Icier than a bitch, in my pockets got the knife I was still sellin' dope, I had it jumpin' out the pockets Bend it over, I'm gon' punch it through your body (jeez) Say she ain't a ho, but I'm gon' fuck her like a thot (yeah) Please don't try me like these rappers, I'ma stamp some (bop, bop) I keep a pole up in my hand, just like a dancer (grr) Said she like it when they thuggin' and they handsome (and they handsome) Bitch, I'm a gangster, ask my granny 'bout her grandson (that's my Mary) Niggas tell me tellin' got my whole city hot, yeah (hot, hot) Free Lit Yoshi, I got 51 and dropped that (hot, hot) Pray for the opps, I got the stomach up in NASA Feds watchin' me just like a neighborhood watcher (damn) I don't dance in the club, I just bop (I just bop) I don't dance in the club, I just bop (I just bop, bop, bop) I don't dance in the club, I just bop (I just bop) I don't dance in the club, I just bop (bop, bop) I just bop, bop, bop, bop Bop Bop, bop, bop
Writer(s): Fredrick Ii Givens, Jack Thierer, Brian Stewart, Iana Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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