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Pop That (Freestyle)
Game
Hey Walle, get on the phone man, call that nigga Meek Mill
Tell that nigga Meek Mill get on the phone call that nigga Boss
Tell Boss get on the phone, call that nigga French Montana man
Tell this nigga let me hold this beat too man, lego
Pop that, dont stop, pop that dont stop
Pop that, dont stop, pop that dont stop
Pop that, dont stop, pop that dont stop
Pop that, dont stop, pop that dont stop
Uncle Luke, you better that hoe,
Im the shit bitch and I know you smell that hoe
Beat the pussy I swoll that hoe
Lick the cat and it aint hoe
Cops be easy never wear that dope
You from the Kim Cain nigga share that hoe
Reall nigga everywhere I go
You got one, you better mad that hoe
She got a fat monkey, a camel toe
She a meenie and she call me daddyo
She like it from the back, no paddy oh
Im from the to her daddy know
Im fresh as fuck, no flat top
I got sit flops in that black drop
I got green things in my backpack
Im thugging, welcome back Pac
Im a mac nigga, no laptop
My bitch ass fat and no ass shots
She get motivated when that cans drop
Dont call my bitch no stripper nigga
Shes an exotic dancer to twerk when you tip her, nigga
Amber Rose aint got nothing on my life
Made in good, aint got nothing on china
And I aint no tiger, I aint no tiger
Made in good, aint got nothing on china
Shit Japan aint got nothing on china
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Wish that was me, nothing on china
Damn, there I go again
I aint tryna start nothing by speaking nothing on china
Dont stop, popping that, she pick it up and she dropping it
I like red bones a little chocolate
And Im asap with that rocket list
And Im swagging and splashing and fucking these hoes
Im blowing that kush and its stucked in my clothes
They blowing my dick for that nothing they knows
These niggas they know they cant fuck with the flow
My mind be as cold, my bitches are hot
We walk in the club, she sneak in the Glock
We turning it up, off of peach and Sirock
With bottles and bottles
Like when does it stop?
With models and models they known to be fucking
She say she a virgin I know that she bluffing
Im not gonna stuff
I turn on the oven and whoaaa!!!
Coke boy I like home boy
I got a gold impala like gold boy
Twerking it, working it
Like waffle house Im serving it
They play with it, Im murking shit
you square niggas with your circle head
And you dont stop, what you twerking with
And you dont stop, what you twerking with
And you dont stop, what you twerking with
And you dont stop, what you twerking with
Pop that, dont stop, pop that dont stop
Pop that, dont stop, pop that dont stop
Pop that, dont stop, pop that dont stop
Pop that, dont stop, pop that dont stop.
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