French Montana - Pop That (feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne) http://vk.com/itunes_official | Текст песни

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• Pop That (feat. Rick Ross, Drake & Lil Wayne) http://vk.com/itunes_official

[Hook:]
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop,
Pop that, pop that, pop that!

[Rick Ross:]
Drop that pussy, bitch!

[Drake:]
I'm young Papi, Champagne,
They know the face, and they know the name.
(Drop that pussy, bitch!)
What you twerkin' with?

Work, work, work, work, bounce.
What you twerkin' with?

[French Montana:]
Work, work, work, work, work, work,
What you twerkin' with?
Throw it, bust it open,
Show me, what you twerk with.
Ass so fat, need a lap dance.
I'm in that white Ghost chasin' Pac-Man,
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Cîroc,
Hundred large bring a mop,
Cars 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 hella 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 buss it open,
She seen the 'gatti, that pussy soakin'.

[Hook]

[Rick Ross:]
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,
Thats fifty, one hundred, I see no fucking limits.
Shout out to Uncle Luke,
Shout out my bitches too.
We the 2 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.

[Hook]

[Drake:]
I'm about being single, seeing double, making triple.
I hope you, pussy niggas hating, never make a nickel.
It's good to make it better, when your people make it with you,
Money coming, money going, 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 mothafuckin' crib,
Pickin' up the keys to that bitch right now.
OVO, that's major shit, Toronto with me, that's mayor shit,
Gettin' cheddar packs like KD, 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 probably pay for like all your chains,
And you'd owe me change, ah!
Greystone, twenty bottles that's on 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.

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
Bitch! 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 a square,
And I will twist you like a Rubix.
Motherfucker, I'm on my skateboard,
W

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