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Pop That (freestyle) Lyrics


Game Pop That (freestyle)

[Intro]
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, donít stop, pop that donít stop x4

Uncle Luke, you better that hoe,
Iím the shit bitch and I know you smell that hoe
Beat the pussy I swoll that hoe
Lick the cat and it ainít Ö 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
Iím from the Öto her daddy know
Iím fresh as f..ck, no flat top
I got sit flops in that black drop
I got green things in my backpack
Iím thugging, welcome back Pac
Iím a mac nigga, no laptop
My bitch ass fat and no ass shots
She get motivated when that cans drop
Donít call my bitch no stripper nigga
Sheís an exotic dancer to twerk when you tip her, nigga
Amber Rose ainít got nothing on my life
Made in good, ainít got nothing on china
And I ainít no tiger, I ainít no tiger
Made in good, ainít got nothing on china
Shit Japan ainít got nothing on china
Wish that was me, nothing on china
Damn, there I go again
I ainít tryna start nothing by speaking nothing on
china
Donít stop, popping that, she pick it up and she
dropping it
I like red bones a little chocolate
And Iím asap with that rocket list
And Iím swagging and splashing and f..cking these hoes
Iím blowing that kush and itís stucked in my clothes
They blowing my dick for that nothing they knows
These niggas they know they canít f..ck 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 f..cking
She say she a virgin I know that she bluffing
Iím not gonna stuffÖ
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 Iím serving it
They play with it, Iím murking shit
Ö you square niggas with your circle head
And you donít stop, what you twerking with x4

Pop that, donít stop, pop that donít stop x4


Song Meanings for Pop That (freestyle)



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