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HOP OFF Video (MV)




Performed By: Soap
Language: English
Length: 3:29
Written by: Sebastian Ramirez




Soap - HOP OFF Lyrics
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Ayyy
Yuh Yuh
We way too close to the mic
But it's ok, it's too late at night
And I can't wake up my parents
Haha
Aye
F*ck a P.O.
Had dead motherf*cker
You're a stupid hoe
Show you half bread
Bitch watch my money fold
(Aye, Aye)
I won't hesitate
To slap a bitch in the face
Can't trust a soul
Just like some bills they gonna fold
(They gon fold, Aye)
I was never really walking alone
It all started when my mama let me out on my own
And I never meant to hurt you
Think I do but I don't
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
Not alone
Not alone
I just miss your body and the times we would lay
Together f*cking in the sheets until the night became day
Can't deny that I was smooth after the look on your face
(Aye, get out my face, you walked away)
Aye aye
Aye aye
(Hee)
Aye aye
(Aye)
Aye aye
Aye aye
Getting pretty tired
Of writing these raps
Getting tiered of these 808's and these claps
All these rimshots, hi-hats, and all these tracks
Kinda wanna take a break but I can't
I'm stuck
My talent really sucks
I should be resting my body
But I'm chasing these bucks
Then my sleep depends on some purple in a cup
I won't be surprised if I up and self-destruct
Aye
F*ck a P.O.
Had dead motherf*cker
You're a stupid hoe
Show you half bread
Bitch watch my money fold
(Aye, Aye)
I won't hesitate
To slap a bitch in the face
Can't trust a soul
Just like some bills they gonna fold
Aye
F*ck a P.O.
Had dead motherf*cker
You're a stupid hoe
Show you half bread
Bitch watch my money fold
(Aye, Aye)
I won't hesitate
To slap a bitch in the face
Can't trust a soul
Just like some bills they gonna fold
Aye, girl slow it down
She trynna get
(Hicky)
I think Imma go now
Your breath getting
(Icky)
Got it all up in my bag
Like my name is
(Ricky)
Your girl listen to my tracks
She trynna get
(With me)
Yeah, I copped a sack
Of some
(Sticky)
Yeah my homies tag along
Hope your friends ain't
(Picky)
Aye do you got a gram
Yeah I brought like
(50 with me)
Y'all stay riding on me
How bout hop up off my
(Dicky dicky)
My dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
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English

Ayyy
Yuh Yuh
We way too close to the mic
But it's ok, it's too late at night
And I can't wake up my parents
Haha
Aye
F*ck a P.O.
Had dead motherf*cker
You're a stupid hoe
Show you half bread
Bitch watch my money fold
(Aye, Aye)
I won't hesitate
To slap a bitch in the face
Can't trust a soul
Just like some bills they gonna fold
(They gon fold, Aye)
I was never really walking alone
It all started when my mama let me out on my own
And I never meant to hurt you
Think I do but I don't
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
Not alone
Not alone
I just miss your body and the times we would lay
Together f*cking in the sheets until the night became day
Can't deny that I was smooth after the look on your face
(Aye, get out my face, you walked away)
Aye aye
Aye aye
(Hee)
Aye aye
(Aye)
Aye aye
Aye aye
Getting pretty tired
Of writing these raps
Getting tiered of these 808's and these claps
All these rimshots, hi-hats, and all these tracks
Kinda wanna take a break but I can't
I'm stuck
My talent really sucks
I should be resting my body
But I'm chasing these bucks
Then my sleep depends on some purple in a cup
I won't be surprised if I up and self-destruct
Aye
F*ck a P.O.
Had dead motherf*cker
You're a stupid hoe
Show you half bread
Bitch watch my money fold
(Aye, Aye)
I won't hesitate
To slap a bitch in the face
Can't trust a soul
Just like some bills they gonna fold
Aye
F*ck a P.O.
Had dead motherf*cker
You're a stupid hoe
Show you half bread
Bitch watch my money fold
(Aye, Aye)
I won't hesitate
To slap a bitch in the face
Can't trust a soul
Just like some bills they gonna fold
Aye, girl slow it down
She trynna get
(Hicky)
I think Imma go now
Your breath getting
(Icky)
Got it all up in my bag
Like my name is
(Ricky)
Your girl listen to my tracks
She trynna get
(With me)
Yeah, I copped a sack
Of some
(Sticky)
Yeah my homies tag along
Hope your friends ain't
(Picky)
Aye do you got a gram
Yeah I brought like
(50 with me)
Y'all stay riding on me
How bout hop up off my
(Dicky dicky)
My dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
Hop up off my dick
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Sebastian Ramirez
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