Pop That Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
Drop that p*ssy bitch

[Drake]
I’m some young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
(Drop that p*ssy bitch)
What you twerkin’ with?

Work, work, work, work, Bounce (x4)
What you twerkin’ with (x4)

[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin’ with
Throw it, buss it open
Show me what you twerkin with
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasin’ Pac man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning thats a rock
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
30 chains on my collar
2 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
3 Benz I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen it, got it, that p*ssy soaking

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
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 lets get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that p*ssy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that p*ssy bitch
Feel me, feel me
This bitch want me to feel me
Ballin’, ballin’ like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats 50, 100, I see no f*cking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitchs too
We the 2 Live Crew
2 for me, 2 for you
Feed them bitches carrots
f*ck ‘em like a rabbit
Sorry thats a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish

[Hook]

[Drake verse]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you p*ssy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you can take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, f*ck back then, we the shit right now
Dropped ‘Take Care’, bought a muthaf*ckin’ crib
And I’m picking up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s Mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s playa 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, f*ck 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, 20 bottles that’s on me
On the couches, wildin’ out
Yelling “free my niggas” ’till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got 3 kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a
plan B

[Hook]

[Lil' Wayne]
Biiiitch, Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I f*ck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta ass Capone
I make that p*ssy spit like bone
Talkin’ bout Bone, bone, bone, bone
I’m f*cking wit’ French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money aint a thing but it’s
Bitch I ball like 2 eyelids
YMCM-beat that p*ssy up
Stop playin’, I make her ass scream and holla, like rock bands
I’mma beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my pro-active shit
Pop that p*ssy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I would twist you like a rubix
Motherf*cker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick hoe
I’m 52 5” but I could 6-9
Then beat that p*ssy like Klistcko
It’s French Montana, f*ck joe
It’s Weezy F, f*ck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biaaaatch

[Hook]

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