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Harper Video (MV)




Performed By: Tristodz
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Tristan Davis




Tristodz - Harper Lyrics
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Harper stop with all that talking you just wanna hang around us
Baby Harper i know your game nah nah you not tricking no one
Driving off up in a Tesla all my niggas going kosher
Pop a nigga in his lip and then we draw him like a sketch hoe
Gon and take a pic lil baby cuz this gon be your last one
Take a good hit most my niggas off the gas hoe
Knock a bih down hit her once now her back broke
Like Alcapone VMP yeah we the mob oh
F*ck these hoes I just want all that green
All these other niggas wanna trynna intervine
And they breath stank bitch i think they need Listerine
I got like 10 racks up in these Amiri jeans
I'm a Playboy put me in a magazine gave yo girl some dick turned that bitch into a fiene
Supreme across my t and you know that shit look clean
Harper better know the game don't call her not by by her name
I said what i said and i mean what i mean after all this they gon try and join my team
Cause i'm up over here just be doing my own thing my thing
I be shiting on these niggas like i ate some f*ckin beans
Harper stop with all that talking you just wanna hang around us
Baby Harper i know your game nah nah you not tricking no one
Driving off up in a Tesla all my niggas going kosher
Pop a nigga in his lip and then we draw him like a sketch hoe
Gon and take a pic lil baby cuz this gon be your last one
Take a good hit most my niggas off the gas hoe
Knock a bih down hit her once now her back broke
Like Alcapone VMP yeah we the mob oh
Pull up to club walking out a new Bugatti
All the girls look at me say ooh look at that hottie
And they know that i'm a dog claim the alpha i was born in 2O's2
So i'm the last one of my kind
Cant imagine wearing Vans them the lame mans shoe
Put the runners on my feet now them the running man shoes
Pop a opp right in his ass now make him dance in his shoes
Think i'm going cold turkey i need a Backwood in my room
NASA on some dumb shit made a nigga stand a broom one of these days
Imma blow up like a ballon
Harper running round town and she not being a prude
She keep tryna wrap herself around like she is Fruit of the Loom
Harper stop with all that talking you just wanna hang around us
Baby Harper i know your game nah nah you not tricking no one
Driving off up in a Tesla all my niggas going kosher
Pop a nigga in his lip and then we draw him like a sketch hoe
Gon and take a pic lil baby cuz this gon be your last one
Take a good hit most my niggas off the gas hoe
Knock a bih down hit her once now her back broke
Like Alcapone VMP yeah we the mob oh
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Harper stop with all that talking you just wanna hang around us
Baby Harper i know your game nah nah you not tricking no one
Driving off up in a Tesla all my niggas going kosher
Pop a nigga in his lip and then we draw him like a sketch hoe
Gon and take a pic lil baby cuz this gon be your last one
Take a good hit most my niggas off the gas hoe
Knock a bih down hit her once now her back broke
Like Alcapone VMP yeah we the mob oh
F*ck these hoes I just want all that green
All these other niggas wanna trynna intervine
And they breath stank bitch i think they need Listerine
I got like 10 racks up in these Amiri jeans
I'm a Playboy put me in a magazine gave yo girl some dick turned that bitch into a fiene
Supreme across my t and you know that shit look clean
Harper better know the game don't call her not by by her name
I said what i said and i mean what i mean after all this they gon try and join my team
Cause i'm up over here just be doing my own thing my thing
I be shiting on these niggas like i ate some f*ckin beans
Harper stop with all that talking you just wanna hang around us
Baby Harper i know your game nah nah you not tricking no one
Driving off up in a Tesla all my niggas going kosher
Pop a nigga in his lip and then we draw him like a sketch hoe
Gon and take a pic lil baby cuz this gon be your last one
Take a good hit most my niggas off the gas hoe
Knock a bih down hit her once now her back broke
Like Alcapone VMP yeah we the mob oh
Pull up to club walking out a new Bugatti
All the girls look at me say ooh look at that hottie
And they know that i'm a dog claim the alpha i was born in 2O's2
So i'm the last one of my kind
Cant imagine wearing Vans them the lame mans shoe
Put the runners on my feet now them the running man shoes
Pop a opp right in his ass now make him dance in his shoes
Think i'm going cold turkey i need a Backwood in my room
NASA on some dumb shit made a nigga stand a broom one of these days
Imma blow up like a ballon
Harper running round town and she not being a prude
She keep tryna wrap herself around like she is Fruit of the Loom
Harper stop with all that talking you just wanna hang around us
Baby Harper i know your game nah nah you not tricking no one
Driving off up in a Tesla all my niggas going kosher
Pop a nigga in his lip and then we draw him like a sketch hoe
Gon and take a pic lil baby cuz this gon be your last one
Take a good hit most my niggas off the gas hoe
Knock a bih down hit her once now her back broke
Like Alcapone VMP yeah we the mob oh
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Writer: Tristan Davis
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