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x-con - hop lyrics

hop
yeah yeah first string onto open this motherf-cker (hop)
yeah (hop)
this be your boy x-con (x-con) (hop)
got my n-gga jt money in this b-tch (jt money)
hop 16x
show em’ how we do it at the crib
god d-mn right lets make this n-ggas hot dawg
get off player bout boy style ya herd me
yo x-con lets ride n-gga

(x-con)
yeah
i’ve done hoped on the l!ck
got this busta -ss n-gga
wanna hop on the brick (mmm)
and i’ve been strictly bout my bread
took the money beat that n-gga down
and hoped on his head
i be hoping at the big party
looking at me big ballin’
hoping out of big body
ya b-tch know i roll hard
cause she hoped on my kn-b
and swolled it slurped and slobed
i keep my pants saigon
and ever since a n-gga hit it rich
b-tches hoped on the ban wagon (d-mn)
i got gangsta twist
get guns in case i hop into some gangsta sh-t
n-gga, i ain’t scared at all
that’s way i hoped on hollow points
just to tell my chall (hahaha)
and this bullsh-t has to stop
i told you, if i shoot your -ss you hop

chorus:
hop
girl, i like the way you make those t-tties pop
hop
turn around baby, shake it non stop
hop
youza a hop mutt don’t drop your clot
hop
beat n-gga down in the parking lot
hop 16x
beat a n-gga down in the parking lot

(jt money)
yo, i lay sucker boys hot homes
like they were sonya
bring those things on the wheel
put them on ya
if you wanna get out of line and violate
suckers are fake and hate i annihilate
the game is dirty
thought those boys would mess
hoping on on your block
with those toys and sh-t
you see us rollin’ on dubs
see us rollin’ on scrubs
i would blowing on boys
and tearing up ya club
oh we don’t give a what?
see you know what it is
suckers shaking and faking
i gotta handle this b-tch
money manges with x-con
rollin with x-con
suckers get flexed on
and gas like x-on
real in the field
all about the dollar bill
you don’t wanna hop
but my gap say you will
draw down with the still
bust shots at your feet
how you dancing in the street? n-gga
hop to the beat
boy

chorus

(twig)
see i’ve done copped the 380
now i hoped on the chopper
hop on your brain if you come around her trying to short stop me
hop on the plane cause i had a couple shortest pain
things going to change now i’d done hoped in the game
how bout my bens? you know the one with the t.v’s and sh-t
a lot of haters hoped around throwing up cause they sick
hoping around the same way they be hoped on my d-ck
why you acting like dog? i don’t even want you b-tch
hop up if you want wanna watch your head get st-tch
and even much worst you found dead in the ditch
when i’m in the club gotta hop to the bar to get me some l!ck
those hoes hate it when im’ on the hard they know how i get
my eyes be all red from smoking matrix
those highjros got me hoping on those 20 inch sticks
the feds, they done got me from all those birds i copped
but they done lost the evidence
it be long tell i hop

chorus

(x-con)
don’t stop get it, turn around
bounce it up and down hop with it
money for s-x, i’m not wit it
i’ve been got those hoes (yeah)
everywhere i go i hop out limos
n-gga, smoking optima
if i ain’t hopin up n down in your p-ssy b-tch you got to go (get out)
i put my feet on the gas
cause if i hop out this car i’m going to put my foot in your -ss
im’ a baller now, no more penny pigeons
hoped out of project houses into a mini mansion (d-mn)
i got money, i can’t stop and chill
hop to dinner said copped the grill (ding)
every other day i got to hopped on some kicks
and its like everyday i got to hop on me a b-tch
that’s tight and it just don’t stop
i’m sittin on dubs when i go to the club and hop

chorus x3

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