Pop That David Banner (Ft. Sky Keeton)
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[Chorus]
Hey, baby girl, what's your name? Who you with? Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick? Pop that thang, girl; pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl. (2x)
[Verse]
Pop that thang, gone shake it for daddy
You looking good when you up in the Caddy—we comin' down. (Uh)
Then we up in the club, high as hell, we ain't givin' a fuck—with ya screaming' out
(Oh) Name the pot for me;
Later on you can gone ride on top of me
Now, we can blow another sack, forget about the 'Lac
Keep the block and bread—daddy a stack
It's like that!
[Chorus]
[Verse]
I ain't lying, I get weak for the freak
She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop, them butt-cheeks
She got gold in her mouth;
Always hollerin' about the South
If the boys came through, now, she's putting up the house. (Oh, yeah!)
It's true, boo, what I'm doing to you
They way you come through the crib when the night is through
And go down, say this' what they loving us…
Now, they really wanna be you, but they don't know how…
Hey, baby girl, what's your name? Who you with? Do you wanna get down with this pimpin lil chick? Pop that thang, girl; pop that, pop that, pop that thang, girl. (2x)
[Verse]
Pop that thang, gone shake it for daddy
You looking good when you up in the Caddy—we comin' down. (Uh)
Then we up in the club, high as hell, we ain't givin' a fuck—with ya screaming' out
(Oh) Name the pot for me;
Later on you can gone ride on top of me
Now, we can blow another sack, forget about the 'Lac
Keep the block and bread—daddy a stack
It's like that!
[Chorus]
[Verse]
I ain't lying, I get weak for the freak
She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop, them butt-cheeks
She got gold in her mouth;
Always hollerin' about the South
If the boys came through, now, she's putting up the house. (Oh, yeah!)
It's true, boo, what I'm doing to you
They way you come through the crib when the night is through
And go down, say this' what they loving us…
Now, they really wanna be you, but they don't know how…
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