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Pop That Karaoke - French Montana & Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne

To nagranie jest coverem Pop That rozsławionym przez French Montana

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Z wokalem (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo takie jak w orginale: 69 BPM

Tonacja taka jak orginał: F♯m

Czas trwania: 05:04 - Podgląd na stronie: 01:23

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Data wydania: 2012
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Harry Wayne Casey, Drake, Luther Roderick Campbell, French Montana, William Roberts, Dwayne Carter

Wszystkie dostępne do pobrania pliki to backing tracks, a nie oryginalne utwory.

Tekst Pop That

Drop that pussy bitch
What you twerkin' with
'Cos I'm Young Papi
Champagne
They know the face
Bounce
Ay ay ay ay and they know the name
Drop that pussy bitch
What you twerkin' with
Work
Work
Work
Work, bounce
Work
Work
Work
What you twerkin' with
Work
Work
Work
Work, bounce
Work
Work
Work
What you twerkin' with
What you twerkin' with
What you twerkin' with
What you twerkin' with
Ay ay ay ay Montana ay
Work, work, work
Work, work
What you twerkin' with
Throw it, bust it open
Show me what you twerkin' with
A-ass-ass so fat
Need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot
I be leanin', that CÎROC
Hundred large, bring a mop
Car's tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I'm inhalin' smoke bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal I throw that
Three beans I'm on that
We pop a molly
She bust it open
She seen the 'gatti
That pussy soakin'
Bounce
What you twerkin' with
Shout out to the infernos
Strawberries
Bounce
Luke what it do
Let's go
What you twerkin' with
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
Let's get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want
Drop that pussy bitch
Film it
Film it
This bitch want me to film it
Ballin'
Ballin' like I play for New England
Spend it
Spend it
Spend a stack every minute
That's fifty
One hundred
I see no fuckin' limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the Two Live Crew
Two for me, two for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck 'em like a rabbit
Sorry that's a habit
Smoke a spliff and then I vanish
Bounce
What you twerkin' with
Yeah
Don't stop
Bounce
What you twerkin' with
I'm about bein' single
Seein' double
Makin' triple
I hope you pussy niggas hatin' never make a nickel
It's good to make it
Better when your people make it with you
Money comin', money goin'
Ain't like you could take it with you
It's about to be a hit right now
Fuck back then
We the shit right now
Dropped Take Care
Bought a motherfuckin' crib
And I'm pickin' up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that's major shit
Toronto with me
That's mayor shit
Gettin' cheddar packs like K.D.
OKC
That's player 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 fuck you and your time difference
I'm Young Papi
Champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could prolly pay for like all your chains and you'd owe me change ah
Greystone
Twenty bottles
That's all me
On the couch
Wildin' out
Yellin' Free my niggas 'till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B so
Bounce
What you twerkin' with
Bounce
Uh
Bitch
What you twerkin' with
Stop talkin' that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone
That's gangsta, Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone
Bone, bone
I'm fuckin' with French
Excuse my French
I lose my mind before
I lose my bitch
Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that pussy up
Stop playin'
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I'm a beast, I'm off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga you's a square and I will twist you like in a Rubik's
Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I'm five-five but I could six-nine then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It's French Montana
Fuck Joe
It's Weezy F
Fuck hoes
It's Truk the world
It's Truk yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load
Biatch
Uh uh
Ooh yeah
Bounce
What you twerkin' with
I forgot
Yeah
Bounce
Young Moolah baby
What you twerkin' with

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