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letra de hopped out that whip - bass santana

[intro: flyboy tarantino]
prxz
huh
ouu

[chorus: flyboy tarantino & b-ss santana]
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
don’t leave your b-tch (oh no)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
got you lookin’ sick (yah man)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (hopped out that, huh)
got you lookin’ sick (got you sick, huh)
don’t leave your b-tch (huh)

[verse 1: b-ss santana]
okay like revenge on my body
my body, revenge my body, huh
i came out of the p-ssy saucin’
i get exhausted, hmm
i just want some ashes
don’t money on my coffin, no
why my b-tch so p-ssive-aggressive?
not with that talkin’, word
my hitters don’t without no [?] (yeah)
wait, these n-gg-s too weak
i don’t get no clout from rockin’ off ’em (yeah)
members only that sh-t
n-gg- look sick if you got a problem there (yeah)
don’t leave your b-tch around my clique
ain’t no stoppin’ ’em (yeah)
i stopped kissin’ hoes the first time i got me some sloppy, hmm
i stopped trustin’ n-gg-s the first time i saw a body, hmm
hopped out that whip, walked my black -ss through the lobby, hmm
copped out my wrist ’cause my black -ss love shinin’, woah

[chorus: flyboy tarantino]
hopped out that whip
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
don’t leave your b-tch (oh no)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
got you lookin’ sick (yah man)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
hopped out that whip (huh)
got you lookin’ sick (huh)
don’t leave your b-tch (oh no)

[verse 2: kin$oul]
hopped out the whip (what?)
don’t leave yo’ b-tch (nah)
(skrr, woo!) i think i crashed my whip (godd-mn)
i’m f-ckin’ up, i was taking perkys, sorry mom (sorry)
i just had to make a scary song (woo)
tell them n-gg-s that they very wrong (huh, very wrong, n-gg-)
what are you choosin’? (what?)
[?], you confusin’ (stupid)
n-gg-s sayin’ that they [?] and rebootin’ (rebootin’)
this is the life that you choosin’ (choose)
that’s the reason why you losin’ (lose)
that’s the reason why i’m up ahead (yah man)
all this money, man, i love the bread (cha-ching)
come here shorty, yeah, i love your head (slide)
love the knowledge, what you talkin’
put your body right back in the coffin (yeah)
and that’s f-cked up (woah)
guaranteed you n-gg-s f-cked up (what?)
drinkin’ liquor till my stomach hurt (yuh)
n-gg-s talkin’ ’bout that bullsh-t (yuh)
i ain’t even hear a single word
this that “yeah, we gotta call police on ’em”
f-ck 12 how i speed on ’em
red dot, got the beam on ’em
cash out, ’bouta eat on ’em
pull up straight beast on ’em
wet diamonds, got a sink on ’em
[?] with the link on ’em
smokin’ good, eyes ch-nk on ’em

- bass santana

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