Lyrics Tinashe – Hopscotch
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Alright, we got another beautiful day here in sunny Los Angeles, California
Let’s take a look at our seven day forecast
We’re seeing lots of sunshine all week long
Temperature’s in the mid to upper 70s and don’t forget
Hey, when I’m lonely, I always blow up
Top drop, feel like Otis, I always pull up
Two time, never on me, assume this shit is nice
I love when you notice, you know I go nuts
Dip-dip like a donut, I’m hard to locate
Lipstick on a soda, gon’ pour it on your face
Move bitch, bitch I’m Luda’
Assume this shit is nice
Cash, cash, I got too much
Pour some just in case
Hopscotch, block’s hot, pop rocks, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop-bop, bop, drop top
‘Cause I own it
Block’s hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop-bop, bops, drop top
‘Cause I own it
Hey, when I’m lonely, I hit my main bitch
Two shots better pour it, we really off the shits
L.A. like I’m Bronny, been ballin’ kinda nice
Loose chains, that’s a throwaway
That’s really real rich
Hopscotch, block’s hot, pop rocks, off top
Like I know it
‘Cause I own it
Block’s hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non-stop, bop-bop, bops, drop top
‘Cause I own it
Mm-mm, this year I done made a lot
Got so many cars, I’ma need a lot
I been goin’ in, don’t know when to stop
I been goin’ in, don’t know when to stop
These hoes wanna be like me (Like me, like me, ayy)
These hoes wanna be like me (Like me, like me)
Ta-da-da, I didn’t lease a coupe, I paid in full for this here car (Ayy)
Beverly and Fairfax, if you’re down to mob (Ayy)
Gettin’ Jon & Vinny’s, want fusilli spicy sauce
Paparazzi on me ’cause they know that I’m a star
Got these titties sittin’ extra pretty in that bra (Ayy)
‘Nashe steady grindin’, I ain’t ever fallen off (Ayy)
Switch on me, you never gonna get back what you lost
What’s up my SoCal gals?
Hopscotch, blocks hot, pop rock, off top
Like I know it
Non stop, bop-bop, bops, drop top
‘Cause I own it
Ta-da-da
Blocks hot, pop rocks, hopscotch, off top
Like I know it
Non stop, bop-bop, bops, drop top
‘Cause I own it
Ta-da-da
Oh ladies and gentlemen it’s hot, hot
Hot like LeBron in the fourth quarter
And it’s caliente outside