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Lil Wayne

Pop That Pussy

 

Pop That Pussy

(álbum: The Drought Is Over Part 4 - 2007)


Hold up, hold up is that who I think it
Is coming in here
Girl that's Cassidy
Hold on let's go to the dressing room
I need a piece of shit to fuck
Get our self together put our
Pussy poppers on, we gon' make
This money tonight

Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

Fucking ass
I'm a hustler so I be on the grind (on the grind)
I always got the money and the bitches on my mind (on my mind)
And I was born to dine so every where I goes at (goes at)
The first thing I wanna know is where them hoes at (where them hoes at)
Where them girls that be taking off their clothes at (clothes at)
And where them girls that be sliding down them poles at (poles at)
Where them freaks at where them where them freaks at (freaks at)
Who will get down on the floor and make their cheeks clap cheeks clap)
The type of girl that let another girl eat that (eat that)
And if you got a couple dollars you can beat that (beat that)
Where my girl who be out there on the creep at (on the creep at)
Where them freaks at I had to repeat that (repeat that)
'Cause I'm a freak too I get that from my father (father)
Since I can remember I been popping my collar (collar)
You brought a dollar then holler believe that (believe that)
Girl your pussy powerful 'cause niggas need that (need that)

Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

Yeah little shorty fine little shorty 'bout that paper
So I'm popping bands I'm out here repping for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why they get my flavor
You're a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor

Turn around and bust it open DJ call a waitress
I'm 'a make it rain what she be making on the basis
Pop them rubber bands y'all know what it is
Talking strip club shorty 'cause I'm paying on some bills
Got them bottle on deck yeah this is how I live
Nigga if you and your little homie hating give you both a pill
Only in Atlanta yeah this is where it is
If you into rubber throw a hundred-dollar bill

Yeah shorty fine little shorty 'bout that paper
So I'm popping bands I'm out here repping for Dacada
Always be that fresh I guess that why she get my flavor
You a pill popper bitch so do us all a favor

Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

Um, well it's the Libra baby now come play in my jungle ride my zebra baby
And my hair hang like Tarzan I am the man now be my lady
And you know you wanna be my lady and you know I'm intoxicated yep
I smoke and drink that grade A
And um I like to tongue-kiss that's right tongue-kiss
I'm talking diamonds and pearl tongues young prince
And I got them bloods with me bandanna like a hippie
And I tell you this you can be my mistress next to sippii
Let's get it popping honey now get it popping shorty
Baby I can make you see more hearts than Ed Hardy
Invite you to my crib I got a bed party
And I'm the DJ I make you say go DJ

Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

Girl let me see you pop it pop it for that
Paper pop pop it pop it pa-pop it
For that paper drop then pop pop it
Pa-pop it for that paper
Then let me hit the blow
And pop it for the paper

feito

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