Pop That lyrics

by

Faith Nketsi


[Intro]

[Pre-Hook]
Get down, let me see you bust down
I don't ever wear chains, this is bust down
Queen Twerk in your city, b*tch touch down
Big ass stay popping, b*tch get down

[Hook]
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh

[Verse 1]
Tell em "You ain't sh*t, you ain't sh*t, you ain't sh*t"
You ain't popping like I'm popping
You ain't lit, you ain't lit, uh
Bad b*tch body, never let a n*gga try me
Now a n*gga tryna cuff me in the DM, who is it?
Everybody wanna ask how you get that sh*t?
All that money in the bank, how you spend that quick?
Everybody wanna ask how you get that sh*t?
All that money in the bank, how you spend that quick?
I'ma stay in the back, let you figure it out
While you talking up my name b*tch, looking for clout
Got Chanel on my back, and some new Vuittons ooh
Money on my mind, and it make me c*m
Everybody twerk some, in the club right now
Everybody pop bottles, make it rain right now

[Pre-Hook]
Get down, let me see you bust down
I don't ever wear chains, this is bust down
Queen Twerk in your city, b*tch touch down
Big ass stay popping, b*tch get down

[Hook]
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh

[Verse 2]
I'm kinda lit and you saw that kinda sh*t
I'm kinda thick, they think that it's counterfeit
I'm getting bread, find me where the butter is
A Queen don't give a f*ck about a b*tch
I got a lot of hip and I got a lot of it
All these n*ggas cannot get my name up off they lips
I got a lot of drip, all these n*ggas about to slip, uh
First class flight and I don't even got a trip
I got it from my mama and my mama proud of it
Got these b*tches sweatin', they gon'need a powder kit
I'm tryna get this Louis, tryna get this Prada quick
And if you got a problem, better [?]
And you can find me popping from my lipgloss
I won't smudge my lips, so I sip soft
Big booty dropping, I'm a big boss
Got both your men jumping like I'm Kriss Kross

[Pre-Hook]
Get down, let me see you bust down
I don't ever wear chains, this is bust down
Queen Twerk in your city, b*tch touch down
Big ass stay popping, b*tch get down

[Hook]
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh
Drop that, pop that, drop that, uh

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