Pop That
Banner, David & Sky
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Some new shit, nigga
David Banner, nigga
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Tell me what it's like, I'll let a nigga beat it
No matter what it is, I can make it sound good
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Pop that thang girl, pop-ta pop-ta, pop that thang girl
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Pop that thang girl, pop-ta pop-ta, pop that thang girl
Pop that thang, gon' shake it for daddy
You lookin' 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, look who's screamin' now
Oh, Nina, pop it for me
Later on, you can go on right on top of me
And we can blow another sack, you can get up out the 'Lac
Hit the block and bring daddy his stack, it's like that
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Pop that thang girl, pop-ta pop-ta, pop that thang girl
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Pop that thang girl, pop-ta pop-ta, pop that thang girl
I ain't lyin', man, I'm weak for the freaks
She's so sweet the way she pop, pop, pop her buttcheeks
She got golds in her mouth, always hollerin' 'bout the South
If them boys came through, man, she puttin' up the house (Oh yeah)
It's true, boo, what I'm doin' to you
The way you come through the crib when the night is through
And go down with these haters, but they lovin' us now
They really wanna be you, but they don't know how, girl
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Pop that thang girl, pop-ta pop-ta, pop that thang girl
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Pop that thang girl, pop-ta pop-ta, pop that thang girl
She looked so good when she came to me
Said, "Boy, you better pay, I don't pop for free"
Told her like this, "You can suck my peter
I need to go home 'cause I really don't need her"
I like girls that'll pop it all night for me (Night for me)
And whenever this trip, she'll fight for me (Fight for me)
And she ride on top like a rodeo (A rodeo)
She be poppin' in the club 'til it's time to go (It's time to go)
Uh, then it's straight to the 'Lac
Screamin', "Bitch, better give me my scratch," believe that
If them boys try to trip, then it's click-clack
Pimp perm in my hair like Goldie the Mack
From the mighty, mighty Mississip', don't trip
Just come here and pop for a pimp, it's all love
Come and pop for your boy in back of the club
When it's over, then maybe you'll get a hug
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Pop that thang girl, pop-ta pop-ta, pop that thang girl
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Pop that thang girl, pop-ta pop-ta, pop that thang girl
Hey baby girl, what's your name? Who you with?
Do you wanna get down with this pimpin' orange trick?
Pop that thang girl, pop-ta pop-ta, pop that thang girl
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that thang with me
Pop that thang, girl
Pop that thang
Pop that thang with me
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Pop that thang, pop that, pop that, pop that
Saved message, Monday, November 3rd, 9:05 p.m
Hey Banner, what up, nigga? It's Coke, cocoa brother
You know one thing, dog, I just realized, man?
That no matter what you do, man, in the process
From your industry niggas, dog, to the radio niggas
To the program directors to just everybody
One thing, dog, I just realized is
When we make it there, when we really make it, make it there, my nigga
Ain't nobody hate you
Because you know why, dog?
If they hate you, that means, dog, they hate God, man
Please believe that
You my nigga, dog, you been down there, you been stayin' down
You a real nigga, dog, I love you for that, dog
That's what's up, holla at the dog, man, one hundred