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lirik lagu ade - pop that

[hook: uncle luke]
don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop
pop that pop that pop that

[hook 2: french montana]
what you twerkin with
work, work, work, work, bounce
what you twerkin with

[verse 1: phil ade]
poof there go her phone bill
poof there go her car note
proof i think her rent paid
them other strippers heart broke
horses on my t-shirt, horse on my cargos
wanna know what my clothes is?
b-tches yell out marco
i be on my king sh-t but i don’t play it all go
put bad n-gga that push key, they on they most soft flow
ho what you know what you on, what you working with
you look like the wonder night, i’m looking for a certain b-tch
you cop that like a blackshot, badge trigger pull
turn me in the back
f-ck me, and my n-gga too
i’m about to empty my whole pocket
for that sh-t you do
poof, there goes your money, watch these b-tches jimmy chius
take a remi to the face, pantie straight, 160
drinking like we heavy weight
bring the cake yeah, care to say the amount of bread we weight
we been leak … tell me …

[hook]

[verse 2: dee boy]
keep thinking i’ma lose, better stop that sh-t
your ho like a balloon i’ma pop that b-tch
tic tic tic boom when she top that d-ck
put the womb in the tomb, and she at my crib
work some, twerk some, that lady sh-t i won’t settle for
drop back and i drop stacks
she pop that like kettle corn
them band like banana skins
you slipping on and we peel them off
you say the hoes like half.. we eatin like cheech & chong
ain’t a plate i ain’t eaten off
my red bottoms like pizza sauce
my b-tches f-ck me like p-rn stars
i ain’t got time to be teaching broads
my mind right, my vision clear
my account like a sp-ce shuttle engineer
and my flow out this world, your sh-t ain’t even reached another hemisphere
no same lane, i’m too paid, i be getting these ho like 2k
and your b-tch give me crazy, tell that donald turmp’s tupe
catch me, on south beach with them south b-tches with foreign hoes
that’s without visas, but i’m swiping out they mouth pieces
it’s dee boy, but i bet your b-tch know who i am
f-ck n-gga free, but b-tch this here that royal fam
so, drop that p-ssy b-tch

[hook]

[verse 3: phil ade]
four door but we couped up
side by and them broads drooling
only n-gga new truck, only hoes when i car pull it
pull up to that valee, leave that sh-t in the front row
step out with a blonde b-tch
she look like miss monroe
i walk in and forget you with me
gucci kicks they extra crispy
who the f-ck is that on the mike
md in here, he best to get me
uptown in this b-tch too
south side in this ho
we throw them dollars up high
now watch the b-tches get low, aha
yeah, drop it, drop it to the floor
you on the clock i’m just tryna shop
i’ll let you know
them n-ggas throwing shots
my n-ggas throwing stacks
my n-gga did 6 don’t make them go back
royal fam in this b-tch it’s a cold rap
there ain’t no man to f-cking with us, that’s a no back
my n-gga phuture drop it, dope boy what it do
tell them the wait is over, r.o.s.e. coming soon

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