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Flop Video (MV)




Performed By: Taibands
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Jahban Barrow




Taibands - Flop Lyrics




Man Xonics you a rock star

Ain't gonna flop
Pull on a boujee that's gorgy then we go back to her spot
Shooting my shot
If this shit don't work out for me then I'll go add to the block
Whipping a pot
Rollin up open a forty then I go back to the plot
Ain't gonna stop
Scheming up dollars with woadie then we go back to the block
Shit
What I won't I do for some digits, babygirl like how I'm living
She hit me up
Saying she tapping my pictures, while she be rubbing her kitten
She wanna f*ck
Ain't like the rest of you bitches, the weight of the bag be so different
We countin' up
Don't come around with the dissin', your momma gone think that you missin' (Huh)

Slat slat, pow
Bet you f*ck niggas won't mess with me now
Girls love I sound,
Pull up she ask me the fragrance, say Mary Jane by the pound
Goons unruly they rude
Shoot you then lay low in boom, niggas ain't bob with the tool
On corners like nothing to do
Count the dollars we ain't made up in school

Ain't gonna flop
Pull on a boujee that's gorgy then we go back to her spot
Shooting my shot
If this shit don't work out for me then I'll go add to the block
Whipping a pot
Rollin up open a forty then I go back to the plot
Ain't gonna stop
Scheming up dollars with woadie then we go back to the block
Shit
What I won't I do for some digits, babygirl like how I'm living
She hit me up
Saying she tapping my pictures, while she be rubbing her kitten
She wanna f*ck
Ain't like the rest of you bitches, the weight of the bag be so different
We countin' up
Don't come around with the dissin', your momma gone think that you missin' (Huh)

Hol up hol up hol up who you (What)
Boys make you disappear voodoo (Voodoo)
Tryna take my style but you doo doo (Doo doo)
Foreign extra magazines for the issue (Rrrah)
Like a tissue wipe your nose when I pull up
F*ck
Say she wanna tie down tell her good luck
Yuh
Got bitches in line to give me sugar
Huh
But I'm focused on the safe till it build up till it fill up

Ain't gonna flop
Pull on a boujee that's gorgy then we go back to her spot
Shooting my shot
If this shit don't work out for me then I'll go add to the block
Whipping a pot
Rollin up open a forty then I go back to the plot
Ain't gonna stop
Scheming up dollars with woadie then we go back to the block
Shit
What I won't I do for some digits, babygirl like how I'm living
She hit me up
Saying she tapping my pictures, while she be rubbing her kitten
She wanna f*ck
Ain't like the rest of you bitches, the weight of the bag be so different
We countin' up
Don't come around with the dissin', your momma gone think that you missin' (Huh)
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Man Xonics you a rock star

Ain't gonna flop
Pull on a boujee that's gorgy then we go back to her spot
Shooting my shot
If this shit don't work out for me then I'll go add to the block
Whipping a pot
Rollin up open a forty then I go back to the plot
Ain't gonna stop
Scheming up dollars with woadie then we go back to the block
Shit
What I won't I do for some digits, babygirl like how I'm living
She hit me up
Saying she tapping my pictures, while she be rubbing her kitten
She wanna f*ck
Ain't like the rest of you bitches, the weight of the bag be so different
We countin' up
Don't come around with the dissin', your momma gone think that you missin' (Huh)

Slat slat, pow
Bet you f*ck niggas won't mess with me now
Girls love I sound,
Pull up she ask me the fragrance, say Mary Jane by the pound
Goons unruly they rude
Shoot you then lay low in boom, niggas ain't bob with the tool
On corners like nothing to do
Count the dollars we ain't made up in school

Ain't gonna flop
Pull on a boujee that's gorgy then we go back to her spot
Shooting my shot
If this shit don't work out for me then I'll go add to the block
Whipping a pot
Rollin up open a forty then I go back to the plot
Ain't gonna stop
Scheming up dollars with woadie then we go back to the block
Shit
What I won't I do for some digits, babygirl like how I'm living
She hit me up
Saying she tapping my pictures, while she be rubbing her kitten
She wanna f*ck
Ain't like the rest of you bitches, the weight of the bag be so different
We countin' up
Don't come around with the dissin', your momma gone think that you missin' (Huh)

Hol up hol up hol up who you (What)
Boys make you disappear voodoo (Voodoo)
Tryna take my style but you doo doo (Doo doo)
Foreign extra magazines for the issue (Rrrah)
Like a tissue wipe your nose when I pull up
F*ck
Say she wanna tie down tell her good luck
Yuh
Got bitches in line to give me sugar
Huh
But I'm focused on the safe till it build up till it fill up

Ain't gonna flop
Pull on a boujee that's gorgy then we go back to her spot
Shooting my shot
If this shit don't work out for me then I'll go add to the block
Whipping a pot
Rollin up open a forty then I go back to the plot
Ain't gonna stop
Scheming up dollars with woadie then we go back to the block
Shit
What I won't I do for some digits, babygirl like how I'm living
She hit me up
Saying she tapping my pictures, while she be rubbing her kitten
She wanna f*ck
Ain't like the rest of you bitches, the weight of the bag be so different
We countin' up
Don't come around with the dissin', your momma gone think that you missin' (Huh)
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Writer: Jahban Barrow
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