• 專輯:Head In The Clouds II
  • 歌手: 88rising
  • 發行時間:2019.10
  • 作詞:Ray “August Grant”, Maurice Powell, Brian Imanuel, George Miller
  • 作曲:Ray “August Grant”, Maurice Powell, Brian Imanuel, George Miller
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  • 分類:西洋

Hopscotch (AUGUST 08 & Rich Brian & Joji feat. Barney Bones)

2019.10

Head In The Clouds II

88rising

歌詞

錯誤回報

Midnight Mafia

Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip
Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip
Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip
Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip

All she wanna do is go crazy
Showed her how to live, sasabune nothing crazy
Valley girls love a hood nigga, it’s amazing
Take her to the block, showed her off then Vegas
She gon’ give it up in the back of my truck
With the windows rolled down
Yelling, “I don’t give a f**k”
Keep it light
Keep it right
Keep it right
Pu**y tight, late night off a flight

Midnight Mafia

Young ni**a bout to trip
When I’m hopping out the whip
15 bands, diamonds falling off my neck
Where the rest? Where the rest?
You talking bout baguettes
Till the homies catch you slippin’, rip the Cuban off ya neck
Know you don’t wanna move back to DC
Sugar Daddy has ya drippin’ like Fiji
Kill the pussy till I’m talkin’ like Ouija
You gotta range, why you talkin’ like you need me?


Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip
Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip
Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip
Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip


singing through the block
singing through the block
Cookin like the rock
Cookin like I'm Bach
Serve it to my sons
Serve it till it's done
I just do my dance when they wanna see me run

Bitch I am Shawn Mendes
I just touched down like the mother f**kin jets
Now I'm in Paris smokin baguettes
Eating calamari with Ellen getting rich

I hop off the train
I hop off the plane
Ain't nothin wrong, baby ain't nothing change
I talk to dogs, and the dogs talk to me
I got the sauce, it's bolognese




It’s bolognese bi**h, I’m chillin with your chick, and we crying watching Les Mis, she got me something, let’s just say she left my hotel brainless, I like my women short and loud like the movie trailers, my money tall it’s lookin it’s playing for the Lakers

Cameras on me everywhere I move
(when I move)
Joji in the booth he lookin cute
(HE CUTE AS FU***********K)
She comin over we gon cook some food
Even though we know I’m only eating cooch

Shout to August even though we never hang when I’m in town, getting top by flight attendants call that s**t Head In The Clouds,
I get motivated when they talkin down and give me doubt
I don’t call it paradise man I just call that s**t my house,

3 bedrooms, 2 bath, 1 pool, 1 fireplace, 2 palm trees, 37 bi**hes smashed, uhh
1 driveway, deep voice, good d**k, don’t be surprised that she chose me I provided what you lacked


Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip
Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip
Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip
Hopscotch, shorty jumpin’ outta cool whip