bopper Lyrics

Look, look

Aight, if you ain't finna throw no ass, then what you here for

If you ain't finna throw no cash, then what you here for

This is for the strippers, this is for your sister

This is for them bitches who got ass

Not a little like you shake it on a daily

Plus, yeah, 90's, baby, this is for the milts

Till you know I liked it from the 80's

Throw that ass..

Let me see you do your thing, ow

Throw that ass, throw hands on your knees, ow

Throw that ass in your fashion nova jeans, ay

Throw that ass, bitch, cuz you the twerka of the week, like

Got a flat tire, baby, she don't know how to pop you on a hood, nigga

I'm tryna hit it in my son's fuckin' t-shirt

Get your money, baby, fuck what they sayin'

They a pen, never matter if they ain't payin'

Good pussy and she bad, misbehavin'

The thing born so I know you be shavin'

You that bitch and you know it, baby, fuck it up

You don't need him and you know it, baby, fuck it up

If you got a nigga trickin', baby, run it up

If that nigga want a trick, baby, run it up

Fuck it up, ooh

Fuck it up, ooh

Fuck it up, ooh

Fuck it up, ooh

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, ooh

Fuck it up, ooh

Fuck it up, ooh

Fuck it up, ooh

Fuck it up, ooh

Fuck it up, ooh