Pop Dat (feat. KingPinJr)
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Supa
KingPin
Twerk that shit You better work that shit
Twerk that shit You better work that shit
Twerk that shit You better work that shit
uh. You better work that shit
Pop that shit You better drop that shit
Pop that shit You better drop that shit
Pop that shit You better drop that shit, uh you better drop that shit
She a bad bitch and she gettin' to the money
Laughing to the bank but it ain't shit funny
Nigga think I love him man he must be a dummy
Do what I want, nigga, call a bitch mommy
If he ain't paying your rent, better pop that shit
If that nigga ain't shit, better drop that dick
Make a nigga cum quick, better twerk that shit
Bitch, you better twerk that shit
Twerk that shit, you better work that shit
Uh, uh You better work that shit
Twerk that shit, you better work that Shit, twerk that shit you better work
That shit, twerk that shit you better
Work that shit, uh, you better work That shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
You better drop that shit
All her bills paid so she do what she wanna
Bitches pushin' P, I ain't talkin' bout Gunna
Ain't shit free, he can't even get her number
She paid for that ass so she shake it when she wanna
He like, can I get your number
He like, can I take you out
Spend the night at ya house
I'm tryna spend the night too
If he ain't cashin' out
You better pop that shit
Pop that shit, baby, drop that shit
Got ten thousand on me now, I'm bout to blow this shit
Twenty bitches in the section, popping pussy, this shit lit
The way you shake that ass, baby, make a nigga wanna hit
Everybody rockin' diamonds, and my whole team rich
Told her, twerk until I'm done, I made that lil' baby quit
Throwin' money with the gang, payin' all these bitches rent
I might ice out her wrist, if she loyal in shit
Can I get your number
Want me fuck you with no rubber
Can I bring my brother
Want me to say I love her, I don't love these hoes
Twerk that shit, you better work that shit
Twerk that shit, you better work that shit
Twerk that shit, you better work that shit
You better work that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
You better drop that shit
Supa
KingPin
Twerk that shit You better work that shit
Twerk that shit You better work that shit
Twerk that shit You better work that shit
uh. You better work that shit
Pop that shit You better drop that shit
Pop that shit You better drop that shit
Pop that shit You better drop that shit, uh you better drop that shit
She a bad bitch and she gettin' to the money
Laughing to the bank but it ain't shit funny
Nigga think I love him man he must be a dummy
Do what I want, nigga, call a bitch mommy
If he ain't paying your rent, better pop that shit
If that nigga ain't shit, better drop that dick
Make a nigga cum quick, better twerk that shit
Bitch, you better twerk that shit
Twerk that shit, you better work that shit
Uh, uh You better work that shit
Twerk that shit, you better work that Shit, twerk that shit you better work
That shit, twerk that shit you better
Work that shit, uh, you better work That shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
You better drop that shit
All her bills paid so she do what she wanna
Bitches pushin' P, I ain't talkin' bout Gunna
Ain't shit free, he can't even get her number
She paid for that ass so she shake it when she wanna
He like, can I get your number
He like, can I take you out
Spend the night at ya house
I'm tryna spend the night too
If he ain't cashin' out
You better pop that shit
Pop that shit, baby, drop that shit
Got ten thousand on me now, I'm bout to blow this shit
Twenty bitches in the section, popping pussy, this shit lit
The way you shake that ass, baby, make a nigga wanna hit
Everybody rockin' diamonds, and my whole team rich
Told her, twerk until I'm done, I made that lil' baby quit
Throwin' money with the gang, payin' all these bitches rent
I might ice out her wrist, if she loyal in shit
Can I get your number
Want me fuck you with no rubber
Can I bring my brother
Want me to say I love her, I don't love these hoes
Twerk that shit, you better work that shit
Twerk that shit, you better work that shit
Twerk that shit, you better work that shit
You better work that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
Pop that shit, you better drop that shit
You better drop that shit
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