Music: Mukama Madoshi
Lyrics: Mukama Madoshi
(Chorus)
Go girl, go girl, go girl, go girl
Girl you got self a number one fan
Young but I could prolly be yo old man
And you can be a bop
Be a bop
Be a bop
You can still be a bop
You prolly never met no nigga like me
You wanna bop ain't gotta run that by me
Cowgirl you can share my saddle
Why you look so sad oh
Don’t worry you ain't gotta stop it
I really love when you be boppin
Boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin
B-b-b-b-boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin
(Verse)
I be like como te llamas
Nice to meet you lil mama
Yo soy desayunito
You can call me Mukama
I be stacking them commas
And my llama love drama
Never hid from no nigga
Baby I ain't Osama
She said “Do niggas be hating”
I said “Yeah sorta kinda”
Cause they all wanna be me
And they hoes sorta fine uh
I pull up in the red zone
Ain’t shit, I'll pay the fine uh
They get weak in the knees
And send a chill down they spine uh
I'm the type to buy bottles
GTR go full throttle
10s and up at my table
Only **** with them models
If you ****ing with me then
Bitch, you just hit the lotto
Pocket rocket got power
Call that shit my lil Otto
I'm both icy and hot
Yeah, I'm the big Aristotle
Like em Black ,White, and Latin
Indian and mulatto
I be talking in Russian
Drive Italian autos
My G-wagon titanic
Kinda like Leonardo
(Chorus)
Go girl go girl go girl go girl
Girl you got self a number one fan
Young but I could prolly be yo old man
And you can be a bop
Be a bop
Be a bop
You can still be a bop
You prolly never met no nigga like me
You wanna bop ain't gotta run that by me
Cowgirl you can share my saddle
Why you look so sad oh
Don't worry you ain't gotta stop it
I really love when you be boppin
Boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin
B-b-b-b-boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin boppin
(Verse)
Baby luh butter so gutta
I got cheese like the gouda
Baby I mean the Gouda
Pockets fat like the Buddha
I hope he out the pen
Shit I miss my nigga Buddha
Baby take out a pen pen
Imma be yo lil tutor
I’ll show you how to get flee
And take you to my jeweler
Diamonds dancing like church
And my wrist on hallelujah
Baby don’t get too cozy
Know I ain't scared to lose ya
Indiana hoes calling
You get left for a Hoosier