T.C. - Pop That

POP that pussy for a real one
Pop that pussy for a real one

Pop the pussy on a hand stand
Twirl it round like a damn fan
Your so bad with a damn tan
My names Stan can I be your man
If he can do it then I can
My names Bron I'm from the Land
Don't you see the significance
I came here to pop rubber bands
If ya wanna dance then heres ya chance
Give a fuck about your circumstance
I came here to throw bands
Its money bag money bagg money bagg money bagg
Came in with the money bag
All the strippers in the background yelling money bagg money bagg money bagg
Hell naw this T bitch
Got the whole FK with me
Killa am gon kill a bitchy
Killa T said the felons with me from Godby road to Six Flags
I'll kick ya ass for no hood pass
FK on ya damn ass
If ya came here to represent than where the hell is your stamp at
I'm FK till the death of me
I'm praying my momma don't bury me
Cause I'm still around where the killers bee
They'll sting ya ass what a bumble bee
Its history them memories lost plenty G's
But I'm still screaming out Money bag Money bag Money bag
Yeah bitch till the death of me

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