Bands Pop
Haha Ayo Buck, I got a killer here baby
I'm like those Philly boys Poppin on them Kawasakis
Stuntin out the club hop up in the Maserati
Lil Mama getting lit off them shots of sake
Them Sexy tattoos all upon her body her body
Her Asian girlfriend crashing off the kamikazes
Said she had that bomb nookie Nagasaki
Duck flash photography uff the paparazzi
It's the Mic homie there is no carbon copy
I'm the one and only so come and, try to stop me
Obi-Wan Kenobi and this and armed robbery
Put my hands up the Champs here call me Rocky
Balboa, Miyagi, Kid Karate
Last call for alcohol and lap dances
Last chances for girls to grab them bands
This a Thriller Mike Jack I'm that bad
She want to gobble me whole Mrs. Pacman Ay
Lil Mama do her thing up and down the pole
I'm her teacher she's my student on the honor roll
I'm holding lots of dough and love to watch that ass drop
So if you holding that cash then Let Them Bands pop
Lil Mama do her thing up and down the pole
I'm her teacher she's my student on the honor roll
I'm holding lots of dough love to watch that ass drop
So if you holding that cash then Let Them Bands pop
2, the rude awakening
My crew's basically waiting patiently for you to move your patrons in
I ain't a player I just poke a lot
She looking hot in them high heels stockings with the polka dots
She feels my waistband hard but I don't tote the Glock
My homies in the back see me give the sign know to pop
So give me sugar straight soda pop
Yeah I'm from Brooklyn baby so they all think I throw up the Roc
I got some killas down in Opa-locka though
When I was Locked up they taught me bought the rope a dope and soap in sock
Don't know what you know Holmes but I know a lot
So hit me with the okey doke it's poppin' in the parking lot
I just came to chill, play the back smoke the Mozz
See my girlie get on stage boy I throw them knots
Fucking with me too hard I hope you know the cops
You know my flow ice cold your boy here on the rocks Ay...
Lil Mama do her thing up and down the pole
I'm her teacher she's my student on the honor roll
I'm holding lots of dough love to watch that ass drop
So if you holding that cash then Let Them Bands pop
Lil Mama do her thing up and down the pole
I'm her teacher she's my student on the honor roll
I'm holding lots of dough love to watch that ass drop
So if you holding that cash then Let Them Bands pop
I'm like those Philly boys Poppin on them Kawasakis
Stuntin out the club hop up in the Maserati
Lil Mama getting lit off them shots of sake
Them Sexy tattoos all upon her body her body
Her Asian girlfriend crashing off the kamikazes
Said she had that bomb nookie Nagasaki
Duck flash photography uff the paparazzi
It's the Mic homie there is no carbon copy
I'm the one and only so come and, try to stop me
Obi-Wan Kenobi and this and armed robbery
Put my hands up the Champs here call me Rocky
Balboa, Miyagi, Kid Karate
Last call for alcohol and lap dances
Last chances for girls to grab them bands
This a Thriller Mike Jack I'm that bad
She want to gobble me whole Mrs. Pacman Ay
Lil Mama do her thing up and down the pole
I'm her teacher she's my student on the honor roll
I'm holding lots of dough and love to watch that ass drop
So if you holding that cash then Let Them Bands pop
Lil Mama do her thing up and down the pole
I'm her teacher she's my student on the honor roll
I'm holding lots of dough love to watch that ass drop
So if you holding that cash then Let Them Bands pop
2, the rude awakening
My crew's basically waiting patiently for you to move your patrons in
I ain't a player I just poke a lot
She looking hot in them high heels stockings with the polka dots
She feels my waistband hard but I don't tote the Glock
My homies in the back see me give the sign know to pop
So give me sugar straight soda pop
Yeah I'm from Brooklyn baby so they all think I throw up the Roc
I got some killas down in Opa-locka though
When I was Locked up they taught me bought the rope a dope and soap in sock
Don't know what you know Holmes but I know a lot
So hit me with the okey doke it's poppin' in the parking lot
I just came to chill, play the back smoke the Mozz
See my girlie get on stage boy I throw them knots
Fucking with me too hard I hope you know the cops
You know my flow ice cold your boy here on the rocks Ay...
Lil Mama do her thing up and down the pole
I'm her teacher she's my student on the honor roll
I'm holding lots of dough love to watch that ass drop
So if you holding that cash then Let Them Bands pop
Lil Mama do her thing up and down the pole
I'm her teacher she's my student on the honor roll
I'm holding lots of dough love to watch that ass drop
So if you holding that cash then Let Them Bands pop
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Writer(s): Michael Minuto
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