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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BB St. Clair
BB St. Clair
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BB St. Clair
BB St. Clair
Songwriter
Sean Carney
Sean Carney
Songwriter
Frederick Lumpkin
Frederick Lumpkin
Songwriter

Texty

Pop it
Pop it
I’m ‘bout to cause bout some trouble
I hope you got the muscle
So lit, I might just double down down down
I’m ‘bout to burst your bubble
I don’t believe in subtle
We gonna burn this jungle down down down
We actin’ a fool on this 1942 
Mix that with Clase Azul
And we ‘bout to make some moves 
We deep in this groove
Spinning round in this room
We getting high as balloons
You know what we ‘bout to do…
Pop it, lock it
Throw it up and drop it
We shinin’ on the dance floor
Everybody watchin’
Pop it, lock it
Don’t you ever stop it 
Come and feel the burn
Yeah, baby I’m a rocket
Pop it
Met this guy from Ibiza
Said he a supa freaka
Looks like a quarterback
I wonder if I’ll play receiver 
RSVP his PJ
He said he wants a three way
Get on the runway in my birthday suit
Cuz it’s his bday
Sweat it out, yeah and work it out
Turn it up, yeah and turn me out
Sweat it out, yeah and work it out
Turn me out, oh yeah 
Pop it, lock it
Throw it up and drop it
We shinin on the dance floor
Everybody watchin’
Pop it, lock it
Don’t you ever stop it 
Come and feel the burn
Yeah, baby I’m a rocket
Pop it
We here at the top
Yeah, we built an empire 
And we’re full of desire 
Doing shots rapid fire
We don’t ever stop
We about to go higher 
Fast lane, switchin gears
So we never get tired
Pop it, lock it
Throw it up and drop it
We shinin on the dance floor
Everybody watchin’
Pop it, lock it
Don’t you ever stop it 
Come and feel the burn
Yeah, baby I’m a rocket
Pop it
Written by: BB St. Clair, Frederick Lumpkin, Sean Carney
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