paroles de chanson Pop It - Megan Thee Stallion , Bankroll Freddie
Let
the
BandPlay
(yeah)
Young
nigga
turnt,
I'ma
pop
it
(I'ma
pop
it)
Keep
me
a
.30,
nigga,
this
ain't
no
Roxy
(baow)
Get
your
ass
shot,
I
ain't
doin'
no
boxing
(no
boxing)
I
cook
this
shit
in
they
face
like
Hibachi
I
know
he
hatin',
I
got
the
bitch
watchin'
(haha)
She
on
my
drip
and
she
like
how
I
pop
it
(oh,
she
like
it)
He
can't
afford
neither
one
of
these
watches
(nah)
She
wanna
fuck,
and
she
heard
that
I'm
toxic
(big
toxic)
I
wanna
fuck
on
lil'
mama,
she
thick
(ooh)
Booty
so
big,
ooh,
look
at
them
hips
(look
at
her)
Like
how
she
shake
it,
might
give
her
a
tip
(give
a
tip)
Go
to
the
back,
I
might
give
her
this
tip
(ooh)
Straight
to
the
room,
got
her
all
on
my
zip
(zip
it
up)
Beat
that
thing
up
from
the
back,
let
me
dip
(from
the
back)
Say
she
got
water,
well,
I
need
a
sip
(ooh)
Pussy
low
mileage,
take
me
on
a
trip,
yeah
I
know
for
a
fact
that
she
feelin'
me
(ooh,
ooh)
Catch
us
a
vibe,
yeah,
she
matchin'
my
energy
(yeah)
She
a
lil'
hood,
I
think
she's
from
Tennessee
(on
God)
Booty
so
big,
could've
thought
she
from
Texas
(Texas)
She
got
the
peach,
could've
thought
she
from
Georgia
Pussy
so
wet,
well,
take
me
to
Florida
(ooh)
I
kinda
adored
her,
so
I
Dior'd
her
Let's
hit
up
Lenox
and
blow
us
a
quarter,
yeah
(quarter)
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh)
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh)
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it,
uh,
pop
it,
uh
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh)
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(Let
the
BandPlay)
Ayy,
young
bitch
lit,
I'ma
shake
some
(shake
some)
If
he
got
money,
you
know
I'ma
take
some
Whoever
I'm
fuckin',
these
bitches
want
next
(what?)
You
eatin'
my
leftovers,
that's
not
a
flex
(ugh)
Bitches
ain't
fuckin'
with
me
in
this
jewelry
(ah)
I
need
a
nigga
that
know
what
to
do
with
me
Guess
I'm
too
hot
so
these
bitches
ain't
cool
with
me
(hey)
Too
fucking
thick,
he
wish
it
was
two
of
me
(ah)
Poppin',
bad
bitch,
keep
me
a
option
Wavy,
hoes
see
me
and
get
nauseous
(get
nauseous)
Famous,
leave
with
the
nigga
you
came
with
(came
with)
Dangerous,
I
don't
fuck
around
with
no
lame
shit
'Scuse
me,
we
tryna
get
by
with
that
Uzi
Finna
let
him
bust
off
some
rounds
in
this
coochie
(baow,
baow)
Bank
tryna
fit
all
this
ass
in
the
two
seat
(hey)
Bitch
finna
go
broke
tryna
outdo
me
Umm,
if
I'm
not
the
hottest,
who
is?
(Who
is?)
She
got
a
booty
fetish,
tryna
steal
my
shit
(my
shit)
M's
to
the
lawyer
just
to
handle
my
biz
(my
biz)
200K
just
to
cover
my
wrist
(brr)
He
bopped
out
and
I
wanna
see
what
that
mouth
'bout
Start
from
the
bottom
to
the
top
like
a
countdown
(ah)
Everybody
pull
out
they
phone
when
I
pop
out
Pop
it,
b-baow
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh)
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh)
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it,
uh,
pop
it,
uh
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh)
Pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
(ooh),
pop
it
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2 Last Real Trap Rapper
3 Real Street N***a (feat. EST Gee)
4 Add It Up
5 Whistle
6 Paper Cuts
7 Dope Talk (feat. 2 Chainz & Young Scooter)
8 Pop It
9 Go The Distance (feat. PnB Rock)
10 Check
11 Rich Off Grass (feat. Young Dolph) [Remix]
12 Active
13 When I Shoot (feat. BIG30)
14 Rinky Dinky (feat. Gucci Mane)
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