text: Midnight mafia
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  All she wanna do is go crazy 
  Showed her how to live, sasabune, nothin crazy 
  Valley girls love a hood nigga, its amazin 
  Took her to the block, showed her off, then Vegas 
  Ayy, she gon give it up in the back in my truck 
  With the windows rolled down, yellin, I dont give a fuck 
  Keep it light, keep it right, keep it right 
  Pussy tight, late night off a flight 
  Young nigga bought the trap
  When Im hoppin out the whip
  Fifteen bands, diamonds fallin off my neck
  Where the rest? Where the rest? You talkin bout baguettes? 
  Til the homies catch you slippin, rip the Cuban off ya neck
  Know you dont wanna move back to DC
  Shake it, daddy has ya drippin like Fiji
  Kill the pussy til Im talkin like ouija
  You got a Range, why you talkin like you need me? 
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
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  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
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  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Singin through the block, singin through the block
  Cookin like the Rock, Im cookin like Im Bach
  Serve it to my sons, I serve it til its done
  I just do my dance when they wanna see me run 
  Bitch, I am Shawn Mendes
  I just touched down like the mothafuckin Jets 
  Now Im in Paris, smokin baguettes 
  Eating calamari with Ellen, gettin rich 
  I hop off the train, I hop off the plane
  Aint nothin wrong, baby, aint nothin changed
  I talk to dogs and the dogs talk to me
  I got the sauce, its bolognese
  Ayy, uh
  Its bolognese, bitch , Im chillin with your chick 
  And we crying, watchin Les Mis
  She got me something, lets just say she left my hotel brainless 
  I like my women short and loud, like the movie trailers 
  My money tall, its lookin like its playin for the Lakers 
  Cameras on me everywhere I move 
  Joji in the booth, he lookin cute 
  She comin over, we gon cook some food 
  Even though we know Im only eatin cooch 
  Shoutout to August even though we never hang when Im in town 
  Gettin top by flight attendants, call that shit head in the clouds 
  I get motivated when they talkin down and give me doubt 
  I dont call it paradise, man, I just call that shit my house 
  Three bedrooms, two bath, one pool, one fireplace
  Two palm trees, 37 bitches smashed, uh
  One driveway, deep voice, good dick
  Dont be surprised that she chose me, I provided what you lacked 
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip
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  Hopscotch shawty jumpin out a cool whip