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from Cocaine Mafia

"Pop Tags" is track #15 on the album Cocaine Mafia.
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Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that

Drop that pussy, bitch, whatcha twerkin' with
I'm young, papi, Champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Drop that pussy, bitch, whatcha you twerkin' with

Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce

What you twerkin' with
What you twerkin' with
What you twerkin' with
What you twerkin' with

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 leanin', that's a WOP
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 bust it open
She seen the 'gatti, that pussy soakin'

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that

Whatcha twerkin' with, don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that, whatcha twerkin' with

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
That's fifty, one hundred, I see no fuckin' limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke, shout out my bitches too
We the two 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

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that

Whatcha twerkin' with, don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that, whatcha twerkin' with

I'm about bein' single, seein' double, makin' triple
I hope you pussy niggas hatin' never make a nickel
It's good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money comin', money goin', 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 motherfuckin' 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 'til 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

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that

Whatcha twerkin' with, don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that, whatcha twerkin' with
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 Proactive shit, pop that pussy like a zit

I go by the name Lil Tunechi, your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square and I will twist you like a Rubix
Motherfucker, I'm on my skateboard, watch me do a trick, ho
I'm 55" but I could sixty-nine, then beat that pussy like Klitschko

It's French Montana, fuck Joe
It's Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's truck the world, it's truck yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that

Whatcha twerkin' with, don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that, pop that, pop that, whatcha twerkin' with

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