Phil Ade - Pop That Royal Fam lyrics
rate me[Hook]
Don’t stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Work, work, work, work, bounceExplain (x4)
What you twerkin’ with (x4)
Too thicker her phone bill
Too thicker her kind know
Proof I think her rampage
Them other strippers heart broke
Horses on my t shit, horse on my cargos
Wanna know what my clothes is?
Bitches yell out Marco
I be on m king shit but I don’t play it all go
Put bad nigga that push key, they on they most soft flow
Hoe what you know what you on, what you working with
You look like the wonder night, I’m looking for a certain bitch
You cop that like a blackshot, badge trigger pull
Turn me in the back
Fuck me, and my nigga too
I’m about to empty my whole pocket,
For that shit you do
Poof, there goes your money, watch these bitches Jimmy Chius
Take a remi to the face, pany straight, 1 60
Drinking like we heavy weight
Bring the cake yeah, care to say the amount of bread we weight
We been leak ... tell me ...
What you twerkin’ with
What you twerkin’ with
What you twerkin’ bitch
[Hook]
Don’t stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Keep thinking I’ma loose, better stop that shit
Your hoe like a balloon I’ma pop that bitch
Tic tic tic boom when she top that dick
Put the ... in the tomb, and she at my crib
Work some, twerk some, that lady shit I won’t settle for
Drop back and I drop stacks
She pop that like ...
Them band like banana skins,
You slipping on and we peel them off
You say the hoes like half...
Ain’t a plate I ain’t eaten off
My red bottoms like pizza sauce
My bitches fuck me like porn stars
I ain’t got time to be teaching broads
My mind right, my vision clear
My account like a space shuttle engineer
And my flow out this world, your shit ain’t even reached another hemisphere
No same lane, I’m tupe, I be getting these hoe like 2k
And your bitch give me crazy, tell that Donald Turmp’s tupe
Catch me, on south beach with them south bitches with foreign hoes
That’s without visas, but I’m swiping out they mouth pieces
It’s d boy, but I bet your bitch know who I am
Fuck nigga free, but bitch this here that real fam
So, drop that pussy bitch
[Hook]
Don’t stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop that pop that
Board up and we coop up
Side by and them broads drooling
Only nigga new truck, only hoes when I cop pull it
Pull up to that valee, leave that shit in the front row
Step out with a blonde bitch,
She look like miss Monroe
I walk in and forget you with me
Gucci kicks they extra crispy
Who the fuck is that on the mike
And ... she bout to get me
Uptown in this bitch too,
South side in this hoe
We throw them dollars up high
Now watch the bitches get low, aha
Yeah, drop it, drop it to the floor
You on the clock I’m just tryina shop
I’ll let you know
Them niggas throwing shots
My niggas throwing stacks
My nigga did 6 don’t make them go back
Rough man in this bitch it’s a cold rap
There ain’t no man to fucking with us, that’s a no back
My nigga...drop it, dope boy what it do
Tell them the wait is over, R.O.S.E. coming soon.
