Pop That

Album: Excuse My French (2012)
Charted: 36
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  • (Don't stop, pop that, don't stop)
    (Pop that pop that pop that)
    Drop that pussy bitch
    What ya twerkin' wit'?
    I'm young Papi
    Champagne they know the face, and they know the name
    Drop that pussy bitch
    What you twerkin' with?
    Work, work, work, work, bounce
    Work, work, work, work, bounce (what ya twerkin' wit'?)
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    Montana, work, work, work, work, work, work
    What you twerkin' wit'?
    Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
    Ass so fat, need a lap dance
    I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
    Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
    Hundred large bring a mop
    Cars tinted like Barack
    Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
    Thirty chains on my collar
    Two drops, no mileage
    Top off like Wallace
    And I'm hella smoke, bitch know that
    Filthy rich before rap
    Your new deal, I throw that
    Three beans I'm on that (huah)
    We pop a molly (huah) she bus' it open (huah)
    She seen the 'gatti (huah) that pussy soaking

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    I love my big booty bitches
    My life a Godfather picture
    Local club in my city
    I fell in love with a stripper
    Bitches know I'm that nigga
    Talkin' four door Bugatti
    I'm the life of the party
    Let's get these hoes on the Molly
    You know I came to stunt
    So drop that pussy bitch
    I got what you want
    Drop that pussy bitch
    Film it, film it
    This bitch want me to film it
    Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England
    Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
    That's fifty, one hundred, I see no fucking limits
    Shout out to Uncle Luke
    Shout out my bitches too
    We the 2 Live Crew
    Two for me, two for you (woo)
    Feed them bitches carrots
    Fuck 'em like a rabbit
    Sorry that's a habit
    Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

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    I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple
    I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
    It's good to make it better when your people make it wit' cha'
    Money coming, money going, ain't like you could take it wit' cha'
    It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now
    Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin' crib
    And I'm pickin' up the keys to that bitch right now
    OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's mayor shit
    Gettin' cheddar packs like KD, OKC that's player shit
    We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike
    I shine different, I rhyme different
    Only thing you got is some years on me
    Man fuck you and your time difference
    I'm Young Papi, champagne
    They know the face and they know the name
    Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
    And you'd owe me change, ah
    Greystone, twenty bottles that's all me
    On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my niggas 'til they all free
    One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
    But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B so

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    Bitch, stop talkin' that shit
    And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
    Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone
    That's gangsta, Al Capone
    I make that pussy spit like Bone
    I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone
    I'm fuckin' with French, excuse my French
    I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
    Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
    Bitch I ball like two eyelids
    YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin'
    I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
    I'm a beast, I'm off the leash
    I am rich like a bitch
    On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
    I go by the name Lil Tunechi
    Your girl is a groupie
    And nigga, you's a square
    And I will twist you like a Rubix
    Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
    Watch me do a trick ho
    I'm 5'5 but I could six nine
    Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
    It's French Montana, fuck Joe
    It's Weezy F, fuck hoes
    It's truck the world
    It's truck yo girl
    It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch

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    Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
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    Pop that, pop that, pop that (what ya twerkin' wit'?) Writer/s: Anthony Norris, Aubrey Drake Graham, Dwayne Michael Carter, Harry Wayne Casey, Karim Kharbouch, Luther Campbell, Richard Finch, William Leonard Roberts
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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