Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pop That, artist - Migos. Album song Rich Ni**a Timeline, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Quality Control
Song language: English
Pop That |
Oooh, this for my bad bitches cross the country |
You know it’s about that time right? |
Time to pop it nasty! |
The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies |
The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies |
The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies |
The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies |
Pop that, pop it, pop that, pop it, pop that, pop that booty |
Pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that booty |
Ball, pop it, ball pop it, ball pop it, pop that booty |
Ball, ball, ball, ball pop that booty |
Pop it |
Quavo wanna see you pop it nasty |
Lil mama so thick, look like Kim Kardashian |
But no I’m not wifing, young nigga passin' |
She making Impala at the 4th of July |
She know I got millions, no need to lie |
Tattoo on her booty is a butterfly |
I bet when she make it pop, it’s gonna fly |
Soda pop booty, she poppin' her booty like popcorn, and it’s wobblin' |
Wanna take her home, when I get in the room, when I get the pussy, |
I’m a dive in it |
She make me wanna have a million babies, when she poppin' the booty, |
hop-scotchin' it |
I reach in my pocket, I slap her on the ass, told her she better not stop |
poppin' it |
Everybody know that she a cutie |
You keep spendin' money, she make you foolish |
But look at me, Young Quavo, I’m a do it |
She poppin' it on me, she make me lose it |
I run out of cash, hit the ATM |
I’m livin' my life like the game of Sims |
She stump the booty on me like a pair of Timbs |
I end up leavin' the club at 6 AM |
Freaky deaky, pussy drippin', leakin' |
White girls, I got jungle fever |
Her booty jumpin', every beat out the speaker |
Hit her one time, then I leave with the leader |
Run around, jump up and down like a pogo |
I brought the camera, we might make a porno |
I had to pop her up, my game for a makeover |
Private jet to LA, we don’t do layovers |
Piercings in her nipple, piercings in her dimple, pop it like a pimple |
She nasty, bet you didn’t know her daddy a pastor, laughter |
She in my trap while she poppin' the castle |
Speed it up, then she go slow |
Grippin' that pussy, do the tootsie roll |
She go harder than the concrete |
Italian tailor, Givenchey |
Money longer than a bungy |
All this damn gold like a treasury |
Lick on me like I am licorice |
Burkin bag, she an expensive bitch |
She ratchet, she still got the kinky twist |
Pop it, pop it, in my Bentley bitch |
The way that she suckin it, I might be taking it |
Breaking it but no relationship |
Bigger booty, no big booty Judy |
Her pussy wet when she get on that percocet |
She looked at my hand, saw it full of bands |
Put a little bit, bitch pop that |
I’m throwin' cash, cash, all niggas see is ass |
It must be an ass attack |
Do you want some of these old hundreds baby? |
I’m talkin' older than Thundercats |
She shakin', she know her ass fat |
Got me thinkin' where is her momma at |
All the bitches starin' at you in the club |
Cause they know that you be poppin' that |
She breakin' it, makin' the club shake |
She done gave her old man a heart attack |
She shakin' like she care, look in the mirror |
No ass shots, her booty real |
She poppin' her nigga no Activis here |
Bad bitches tell me how you feel |
All my rich niggas stand in the mirror |
Mirror, mirror, it’s a million here |
Migo chain lookin' like chandeliers |
Shakin that ass like it’s fast and furious |