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matic - bop it! lyrics

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[intro]
aye we bout to f+ck this beat up (oh sh+t)
you know we’re comin’ in hot
this f+ckin’ mic is on a paper towel tube (what the f+ck)
aye bring the beat up in here, c’mon (okay)

[chorus: matic]
chase a bag and don’t drop it
can’t post up on that offense
we don’t f+ck with that opp+sh+t
just twisting this sh+t like a bop+it (bop it!)

never give ’em no options (twist it!)
only heat, never pop sh+t (spin it!)
you know we don’t f+ck with that opp+sh+t (pull it!)
just twisting this sh+t like a bop+it

[verse 1: millyrockgibbs]
think you good, but you ain’t
rapping’s my gift, i’m the patron saint
f+ck her good, make her faint
i’m hot like mj in the paint

dropping bombs like nagasaki
brewing up; from milwaukee
i earned the right to be this c+cky
we got beef like teriyaki

call me arby’s ’cause i got the meats
that unreleased heat from these beats
in the streets, suites, sheets, front seats
my sweet skeet feat of bustin’ cheeks

cheap ass hoe, found on fiverr
down with a ray gun, don’t revive her
in the dm’s, scuba diver
stay in your lane, student driver

[verse 2: shortphase]
betty crocker when i stir the pot
heart stop call her blood clot
little b+tch, she an after though
movin’ like baby driver when she whip the c+ck

in your sister like nicotine
overdose on the d+ck like she charlie sheen
squeaky clean like i’m listerine
your bars stay dry like some saltines

bad b+tch need a therapist
that p+ssy bomb like a terrorist
d+ck healthy like asparagus
you better think about who you f+ckin’ with (oh, boy!)

whippin’ a chevy but my neck stay heavy
i’m f+ckin’ a white milf named betty
and your b+tch ain’t ready still we going steady
and i gave her plenty but she’s worth a penny wait

[chorus: matic]
chase a bag and don’t drop it
can’t post up on that offense
we don’t f+ck with that opp+sh+t
just twisting this sh+t like a bop+it (bop it!)

never give ’em no options (twist it!)
only heat, never pop sh+t (spin it!)
you know we don’t f+ck with that opp+sh+t (pull it!)
just twisting this sh+t like a bop+it

[verse 3: matrix]
eat your girl, gettin’ low
dual wield call me kirito
barbiturates, monroe
never waste your diamonds on a hoe

shootin’ shots, john wilkes booth
atleast i’m not from duluth
b+tch i’m a dog like a super+sleuth
just got a letter like we’re blue’s clues

on the mic, no comparison
whip like ford, no harrison
bunker down in the garrison
in the hotel, call it sheraton

divide the city, gerrymandering
call me magic, like the gathering
can’t understand me, speaking mandarin

[verse 4: matic]
hi, goodnight
i’m hopping up on the flight
keep her in check i keep it right
floatin’ in the air through midnight, nah just like

i’m fairly odd, wanda got the rack
make a wish to blow out her back
you know when i hit it that sh+t bounce back
gotta stay back, cosmo got the strap

come in keep your eyes closes
till you see a pistol in the centerfold
keep a choke hold to an episode
keep that rock crystal in the stronghold

bring ’em through, we gonna come and slide
send ’em running that’s a slip ‘n slide
doctor clean my t++th with some fluoride
sandra lookin’ b+tch, that’s the blind side

[chorus: all]
chase a bag and don’t drop it
can’t post up on that offense
we don’t f+ck with that opp+sh+t
just twisting this sh+t like a bop+it (bop it!)

never give ’em no options (twist it!)
only heat, never pop sh+t (spin it!)
you know we don’t f+ck with that opp+sh+t (pull it!)
just twisting this sh+t like a bop+it

do it the same, but, uh, better

- matic lyrics

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