Migos – Pop That Lyrics

Migos – Pop That Lyrics
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Migos
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    "Pop That." - Migos

    Album: Rich Nigga Timeline
    Track No: 07
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    Pop that, pop it, pop that, pop it, pop that, pop that booty, pop it nasty
    Pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that booty
    Ball, pop it, ball, pop it, ball, pop it, pop that booty, pop it nasty
    Ball, ball, ball, ball, pop that booty
    Pop it
    Quavo wanna see you pop it nasty
    Lil mama so thick, look like Kim Kardashian
    But no I'm not wifing, young **** passin'
    She making it pop like the Fourth of July
    She know I got millions, ain't no need to lie
    Tattoo on her booty's a butterfly
    I bet when she make it pop, it's gonna fly
    Soda pop booty, she poppin' her booty like popcorn, and it's wobblin'
    Wanna take her home, when I get in my room, when I get the pussy, I'ma dive in it
    She make me wanna have a million babies, way she poppin' the booty, hop-scotchin' it
    I reach in my pocket, I slap her on the ass, told her she better not stop poppin' it
    Everybody know that she a cutie
    You keep spendin' money, she make you foolish
    But look at me, Young Quavo, I'ma do it
    She poppin' it on me, she make me lose it
    I run out of cash, hit the ATM
    I'm livin' my life like the game of Sims
    She stomp the booty on me like some Timbs
    End up leavin' the club at 6AM
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    Pop that, pop it, pop that, pop it, pop that, pop that booty, pop it nasty
    Pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that booty
    Ball, pop it, ball, pop it, ball, pop it, pop that booty, pop it nasty
    Ball, ball, ball, ball, pop that booty
    Freaky deaky, pussy drippin', leakin'
    White girls, I got jungle fever
    Her booty jumpin', every beat out the speaker
    Hit her one time, then I leave with the leader
    Run around, jump up and down like a pogo
    iPhone my camera, we might make a porno
    I had to pipe her up, my game for a makeover
    Private jet to LA, we don't do layovers
    piercings in the nipples, piercings in the dimples, pop it like a pimple
    She nasty, bet you didn't know her daddy a pastor, laughter
    She in my trap while she poppin' the castle
    Speed it up, then she go slow
    Grippin' that pussy, do the tootsie roll
    She go harder than the concrete
    Italian tailor, Givenchy
    Money longer than a bungy
    All this damn gold like a treasury
    Lick on me like I am licorice
    Birkin bag, she's a expensive bitch
    She ratchet, she still got the kinky twist
    Pop it, pop it, in my Bentley bitch
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    Pop that, pop it, pop that, pop it, pop that, pop that booty, pop it nasty
    Pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that booty
    Ball, pop it, ball, pop it, ball, pop it, pop that booty, pop it nasty
    Ball, ball, ball, ball, pop that booty
    The way that she suckin' it, I might be taking it
    Breaking it but no relationship
    Bigger booty, no big booty Judy
    Her pussy wet when she get on that percocet
    She looked at my hand, saw it full of bands
    Put a little bit, bitch pop that
    I'm throwin' cash, cash, all **** see is ass
    It must be an ass attack
    Do you want some of these old hundreds baby?
    I'm talkin' older than Thundercats
    She shakin', she know her ass fat
    Got me thinkin' where is her momma at
    All the bitches starin' at you in the club
    'Cause they know that you be poppin' that
    She breakin' it, makin' the club shake
    She done gave the old man a heart attack
    She shakin' like Shakira, look in the mirror
    No ass shots, her booty real
    She poppin' her **** no Activis seal
    Bad bitches tell me how you feel
    All my rich **** stand in the mirror
    Mirror, mirror, it's a million here
    Migo chain lookin' like chandeliers
    Shakin' that ass like it's fast and furious
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    The way she shake that ass, she make me wanna make a million babies
    Pop that, pop it, pop that, pop it, pop that, pop that booty, pop it nasty
    Pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that, pop that booty
    Ball, pop it, ball, pop it, ball, pop it, pop that booty, pop it nasty
    Ball, ball, ball, ball, pop that booty

    Writer(s): Quavious Marshall, Kirshnick Ball & Kiari Cephus.

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