Pop, Lock & Drop It

(Calvin Miller Productions)

Toot that thing up, mami, make it roll
Once you pop, pop, lock it for me, girl, get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl, let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me, maybe we can roll, oh

Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it

Tonight, it's gon' be some changes, no actin' saditty
So stop actin' and get it clappin' 'cause I'm knowin' you feel me
Yeah, you cute, but don't let that sh- go to yo' head
'Cause what this cutie won't do, pimpin' another one will

You prepared, rockin' a skirt and ya heels so tall
And we ain't with none of that trickin' but our bills so tall
I been peepin' you for a while and you throwin' it back
If you lookin' for you a baller, we got dough in the back

Look, yo' color caramelo brown and your skin so smooth
I'm havin' fantasies about what you and me can do
And you a undercover freak, you probably thinkin' the same
I'm seein' light up on yo' face, because you peepin' my chain

And I ain't tryna put you out there, as if you a freak
So don't even take it that way, just say you did it for me
And yeah, you probably roll with me 'cause there's money in my pockets
So before then, I gotta see you pop, lock and drop it

Toot that thing up, mami, make it roll
Once you pop, pop, lock it for me, girl, get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl, let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me, maybe we can roll, oh

Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it

I ain't gotta be yo' man, but I really wouldn't mind
We ain't gotta talk again, I'm just tryna have a time
If you a baller, pull a stack out, and slap her on the ayy!
Pop, lockin' cockblockers, get up out the way

Let lil' mami get low, give her space, let her sweat
The club turnin' to hooters 'cause they shirts is so wet
From the windows to the wall, lil' mama showin' her thong
The broad, freakin' herself, it's tellin' me that it's on

You ready then we can roll, I'm tellin' you we can go
I'm thinkin' if I can handle it, the way you make it roll
We groovin' and steamed up, you right in between us
If you a stripteaser, then baby, don't tease us

At first, I thought I was trippin' but my vision gettin' clearer
You movin' that thing around as if you practice in the mirror
"She doin' a new dance," what the next man said
I'm like, "Naw, she just pop, lockin' on a headstand"

Toot that thing up, mami, make it roll
Once you pop, pop, lock it for me, girl, get low
If yo' mama gave it to you, baby girl, let it show
Once you pop, lock, drop it for me, maybe we can roll, oh

Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it
Pop, lock and drop it

Make it roll to the left (left), roll to the right (right)
Pop, lock and drop it, get low, a'ight
Make it roll to the left (left), roll to the right (right)
Pop, lock and drop it, get low, a'ight
It ain't trickin', if you got it, we got it but I ain't givin'
Just bounce it and roll with it and maybe you'll roll with us
It ain't trickin', if you got it, we got it and I ain't givin'
Just bounce it and roll with it and maybe you'll roll with us

Pop, lock and drop it, now pop, lock and drop it for me
Pop, lock and drop it, say, "Pop, lock and drop it"
What's yo' name, girl? Never mind, never mind
Do ya thing, girl, fire, you ain't never lied
What's yo' name, girl? Never mind, never mind
Do ya thing, girl, fire, you ain't never lied, oh!



Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Franks, Calvin Jermel Miller, Dandre Lemont Smith
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