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Tyga - BOPP Lyrics



Tyga - BOPP Lyrics
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[ Featuring DJ Drama ]

So I called Tyga, right? (Well Done, hahaha)
Told him I'm gettin' an itch man
I feel like I wanna show him how to do this shit correctly again
(Gangsta Grillz)
Uh (you ready?), I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Park anywhere 'cause the chauffer in it (yeah)
Hold up, yo, can I get my phone (Gangsta, Gangsta)

Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Park in the red 'cause the chauffer in it (yeah)
Sippin' añejo my head spinnin' (woah)
And I sauce up my bitch, now she reinvented
Why you readin' my business? Don't be up in it
And the neighbors can't see me, my windows tinted
I just Zelle'd my jeweler a hundred thousand

I was out in Tuluma, she flew from Cabo
Man these rappers is so good at tellin' novels
When I say it's Well Done I just hit up Drama (know that)
This the food for your soul like I'm speakin' gospel (woo)
And I strangle the beat like I head-locked it
She gon' pull it and twist it and mm, bop it
I'm a king, ain't nothin' you could do about it
She don't speak no English, she too exotic
And she never could sing but she get melodic (woah)
It's a pussy party and my dick invited (blow)
Now she's blowin' my phone like a psychotic
Baby lower your tone, you're too excited
I'ma take off the top then she top the body
And I send her, my wrist got the ice around it
And I'm gettin' my money, you gettin' grounded
Don't be disrespectin', put respect up on it

Let's go (let's go), ayy
Make a home movie with a bop in it (bop in it)
Big closet you can shop in it (shop in it)
Red Bugatti with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Street sweeper with a mop in it (mop in it)
All hits bitch, don't skip it (don't skip it)
She lippin' on my dick, no ribbon (woah)
In your section you got no women (woah)
Let's go (let's go), ayy
Make a home movie with a bop in it (bop in it)
Big closet you can shop in it (shop in it)
Red Bugatti with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Street sweeper with a mop in it (mop in it)
All hits bitch, don't skip it (don't skip it)
She lippin' on my dick, no ribbon (woah)
In your section you got no women
Let's go (go)

I'm that nigga hoes always run back (run back)
Two two right now in my bed, yeah (yeah)
If you wanna stay with me say, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah, yeah)
And they watchin' my methods like Redman (woo)
I just opened an escrow on new land (damn)
Niggas shootin' their shot with a bad hand
When I'm smackin' her ass leave a handprint
(Well Done)

Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Park in the red 'cause the chauffer in it (yeah)
Sippin' añejo my head spinnin' (woah)
And I sauce up my bitch, now she reinvented (yeah)
Why you readin' my business? Don't be up in it (yeah)
And the neighbors can't see me, my windows tinted
I just Zelle'd my jeweler a hundred thousand

Let's go (go), ayy
Make a home movie with a bop in it (bop in it)
Big closet you can shop in it (shop in it)
Red Bugatti with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Street sweeper with a mop in it (mop in it)
All hits bitch, don't skip it (no)
She lippin' on my dick, no ribbon (woah)
In your section you got no women (single)

Yeah, so we out of mixtape retirement
(I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it)
I wanna spend some new money
So that means I gotta make some new money
(Why you readin' my business? Don't be up in it)
Well Done Fever (Well Done)
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So I called Tyga, right? (Well Done, hahaha)
Told him I'm gettin' an itch man
I feel like I wanna show him how to do this shit correctly again
(Gangsta Grillz)
Uh (you ready?), I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Park anywhere 'cause the chauffer in it (yeah)
Hold up, yo, can I get my phone (Gangsta, Gangsta)

Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Park in the red 'cause the chauffer in it (yeah)
Sippin' añejo my head spinnin' (woah)
And I sauce up my bitch, now she reinvented
Why you readin' my business? Don't be up in it
And the neighbors can't see me, my windows tinted
I just Zelle'd my jeweler a hundred thousand

I was out in Tuluma, she flew from Cabo
Man these rappers is so good at tellin' novels
When I say it's Well Done I just hit up Drama (know that)
This the food for your soul like I'm speakin' gospel (woo)
And I strangle the beat like I head-locked it
She gon' pull it and twist it and mm, bop it
I'm a king, ain't nothin' you could do about it
She don't speak no English, she too exotic
And she never could sing but she get melodic (woah)
It's a pussy party and my dick invited (blow)
Now she's blowin' my phone like a psychotic
Baby lower your tone, you're too excited
I'ma take off the top then she top the body
And I send her, my wrist got the ice around it
And I'm gettin' my money, you gettin' grounded
Don't be disrespectin', put respect up on it

Let's go (let's go), ayy
Make a home movie with a bop in it (bop in it)
Big closet you can shop in it (shop in it)
Red Bugatti with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Street sweeper with a mop in it (mop in it)
All hits bitch, don't skip it (don't skip it)
She lippin' on my dick, no ribbon (woah)
In your section you got no women (woah)
Let's go (let's go), ayy
Make a home movie with a bop in it (bop in it)
Big closet you can shop in it (shop in it)
Red Bugatti with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Street sweeper with a mop in it (mop in it)
All hits bitch, don't skip it (don't skip it)
She lippin' on my dick, no ribbon (woah)
In your section you got no women
Let's go (go)

I'm that nigga hoes always run back (run back)
Two two right now in my bed, yeah (yeah)
If you wanna stay with me say, "Yeah, yeah" (yeah, yeah)
And they watchin' my methods like Redman (woo)
I just opened an escrow on new land (damn)
Niggas shootin' their shot with a bad hand
When I'm smackin' her ass leave a handprint
(Well Done)

Uh, I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Park in the red 'cause the chauffer in it (yeah)
Sippin' añejo my head spinnin' (woah)
And I sauce up my bitch, now she reinvented (yeah)
Why you readin' my business? Don't be up in it (yeah)
And the neighbors can't see me, my windows tinted
I just Zelle'd my jeweler a hundred thousand

Let's go (go), ayy
Make a home movie with a bop in it (bop in it)
Big closet you can shop in it (shop in it)
Red Bugatti with a Glock in it (Glock in it)
Street sweeper with a mop in it (mop in it)
All hits bitch, don't skip it (no)
She lippin' on my dick, no ribbon (woah)
In your section you got no women (single)

Yeah, so we out of mixtape retirement
(I need a Rolls Royce with a Glock in it)
I wanna spend some new money
So that means I gotta make some new money
(Why you readin' my business? Don't be up in it)
Well Done Fever (Well Done)
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Writer: Michael Stevenson, Tyree Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Tyga
Featuring: DJ Drama
Length: 2:35
Written by: Michael Stevenson, Tyree Simmons

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