TG Millian - Kennington Bop lyrics
[Verse 1: JoJo] Opp block in the ding dong whizz 4 man me, TG and Miz SA with the ching, real striker 3 pullin' from the wing The opps don't think Bang off 1 eye closed no wink 44 bells make him fly like ting cah splash splash leave him wet like a sink Then I jerk me a pack for a drink then I fly OT till I'm dressed in mink True harlem's hot like sauna, packs on packs got me feeling Rich Porter Serve bits of both, bits in bulk can I take your order Serve bits of both, bits in bulk can I take your order [Verse 2: TG Millian] Them man watered, the trap lifestyle I'm in the trap and I'm dishing out orders Spartan's drilling till the feds want haunt us These n***as don't want war, these n***as get bored up Some harlem g's kennington bop man lean Skip in da cut chilling with the dots, cuh I lean and pop on the opps See the gyal dem way to catty Nuff gyal turn fiend for da co*k Look at the score last week man a opp got bored Ching man down make him snore But I chinged man down make him crawl, these n***as all talk them man talk to the pork Ching man down make him snore But I chinged man down make him crawl, these n***as all talk them man talk to the pork ay, ay, ay [Verse 3: Blanco] Mash bake sale Till the trap come fused in man like bee and 8 tails Bro moves mad sometimes Cain and Abel Fiction storyteller story's fable 3 light and dark Charlie's Angels, splash is painful Add a K get sliced and stapled And the bay brown one and a hazel's Old friend like Joey and Rachel, break down buds in homes and couch and tables Bro said man you don't glance Ride like the tour de la France Feds saw how we don't prance Kenny bop but I swear I don't dance Bro keep a pole in dance She wan beat I want plant TG take squeeze he might blast Spartans fly out of cars, long like Bells man I saw a giraffe [Verse 4: MizOrMac] Harlem's too cold like russians ba*tards came harlem same day spartans did nutters (harlem repercussion) Harlem's on nothing, ride for your cousins Spartans pull up see who's realer big men run for their covers G'd up in the party, chocolate darling looking at me start blushing Harlem only man get smokey do it for the Ku-ku gunners (Ku-ku) We don't flag bandannas we grip on dannas and bang on the others Dot dot same size as cupboards, ding ding dong coupes and cutters We ever lack we ever lack tell my n***a Nags Max done him See a 100 100 spartans back out the ting from jumpers Splash get down s**ers, misch then mash and get numbers Everyone grip on your weapon, grip on your weapon and bang on the others Grip on your, grip on your weapon, grip on your weapon, grip on your, grip on your weapon, grip on your weapon and bang on the others grip on your, grip on your weapon, grip on your weapon and bang on the others