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