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Kennington Bop
2,372
Hip-Hop/Rap
Kennington Bop was released on May 22, 2017 by H.S as a part of the album Kennington Bop - Single
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Release DateMay 22, 2017
LabelH.S
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM137

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

(How the fuck is that?)
Hot Man TV, Hot Man TV
We back in the office (We back in the office)
Skippin' a cop, trippin' in thoughts, cannot walk
Some Harlem G's
Kennington bop, man needs
We back in the office (We back in the office)
Four man, me, TG and Miz
Some Harlem G's
(What the fuck are you talkin' about you fat bitch?)
Can I take your order? (Take your order)
Kennington bop, man lean (Kennington bop, man lean)
Opp block in the ding dong whizz (Dong whizz)
Four man, me, TG and Miz (TG and Miz)
Ya, SA with the ching
Real striker, three pull up from the wing (The wing)
These opps don't think
Bang off, one eye closed, no wink (Closed, no wink)
.44 bells make him fly like Ting
Cah splash, splash leave him wet like a sink (Splash)
Then I jerk me a pack for a drink
Then I fly OT 'til I'm dressed in Mink (Dressed in red)
True Harlem's hot like sauna
Packs on packs got me feelin' Rich Porter
I serve bits of both (Both)
Bits in bulk, can I take your order? (Order)
Serve bits of both (Both)
Bits in bulk, can I take your order? (Order)
Dem man watered (Watered)
(Get it)
Trap life, the trap lifestyle
I'm in the trap and I'm dishin' out orders (Orders, trap, trap)
Spartan's drillin' (Drillin')
'Til the feds want haunt us (Haunt us)
These **** don't want war, these **** get bored up (Bored up)
(Ching)
Some Harlem G's, Kennington bop, man lean
Kennington bop
Skip in da car, chillin' with the dots
Cau I lean and pop on the opps (Bow)
Pull up on di gyal dem, dem way to catty (Catty)
Nuff gyal turn fiend for da cock (Da cock)
Look at the score (Score)
Last week man, a opp got bored (Bored)
Ching man down, make him snore (Snore)
But I chinged man down make him crawl (Make him crawl)
These **** all talk
Dem man talk to the pork
Ching man down make him snore (Snore)
But I chinged man down make him crawl (Make him crawl)
These **** all talk (These **** all talk)
Dem man talk to the pork
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Mash bake sale (Bake sale)
(Mash, mash)
'Til the trap come fused in man like Bee and Eight Tails
Bro moves mad sometimes, Cain and Abel (Mad)
Fiction storyteller, story's fable (Fable)
Three light and dark, Charlie's Angels (Angels)
Splash is painful (Ching)
Add a K get sliced and stapled
And a bay brown ones and a hazel
Old friends like Joey and Rachel (Rachel)
Break down buds in homes and couch and tables
Bro said, "Man you don't glance" (Glance)
Ride like the Tour de la France (France)
Feds saw how we don't prance (Prance)
Kenny bop but I swear I don't dance (Aye)
Bro keep a pole in dance (Aye)
She want a beat I want plant (Aye)
TG take squeeze, he might blast (Blast)
Spartans fly out of cars
Long like Bells, man I swear a giraffe ('Raffe, 'raffe)
Harlem too cold like Russians (Russians, Russians, Russians)
Bastards came Harlem, same day Spartans did nutters
(Harlem repercussion)
Harlem's on nothin' (Nothin')
Ride for your cousins (Ride for your cousins)
Spartans pull up (Pull up)
See who's realer, big men run for their covers (Big men)
G'd up in the party
Chocolate darlin' lookin' at me, stop blushin' (Peng)
Harlem only, man get smokey
Do it for the coo-coo Gunners (Coo-coo)
We don't flag bandannas
We grip on dannas and bang on the others (You know)
Dot-dot, same size as cupboards
Ding, ding-dong, coupes and cutters (Chef)
We ever lack, me ever lack
Tell my **** Naghz, "Max, done him" (Done him)
See a hundred, hundred spartans
Spartans back out the tings from jumpers (Jumpers)
Splash, get down suckas (Suckas)
Mish then mash and get numbers (Numbers)
Everyone, grip on your weapon
Grip on your weapon and bang on the others (Others, others)
(Bligh, bligh, bligh, bligh)
Grip on your (Grip on your)
Grip on your weapon
Grip on your weapon, grip on your, grip on your weapon
Grip on your (Grip on your)
Grip on your weapon
Grip on your weapon, grip on your, grip on your weapon
And bang on the others
Grip on your weapon, grip on your, grip on your weapon
Grip on your weapon and bang on the others
(The others, the others, the others, the others)
Written by: Harlem Spartans
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