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POP DAT THANG
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Past 7 Days
POP DAT THANG was discovered most frequently at around 1 minutes and 45 seconds into the song during the past week

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this D while you sit on my lap (Let's go)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you outta control (Mm-hmm)
Suck that thang till ya throat get sore
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor
Fuck that shit till ya legs can't stand
High freak bitch with the world in her hand
[Chorus]
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this D while you sit on my lap (Uh, uh, uh)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you outta control
Suck that thang till ya throat get sore
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (Uh, uh, uh)
Fuck that shit till ya legs can't stand
High freak bitch with the world in her hand
[Refrain]
She got the world in her hands (Uh)
She make it twirl when she dance (Yeah)
I got the world in my hands (Uh-huh)
I got ya girl in my pants (Yeah)
You know I love the way you move (I do)
You with ya girl today, it's cool
For you, I ain't got no problem waiting on my turn
Teach me how to turn you to my bae and I'ma learn
[Verse 1]
If I don't feel like going out my way, then I'ma turn
Go the other way, ain't even finna lie
The way that booty moving in that dress, I'm finna ask ya if you wanna fuck today
Can sue me if I try
Bitch **** acting like a shooter but he not
Rich ****, I can come and move ya out your spot
It's simple, I ain't finna do the shit that I'd do for you if I was out here tryna do it for a thot, so
[Chorus]
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this D while you sit on my lap (Yeah)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole (Spread that shit, you know what I'm sayin'? You know)
Shake that ass like you outta control
Suck that thang till ya throat get sore (Yeah)
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (Yeah, fuck me like a slut, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Fuck that shit till ya legs can't stand
High freak bitch with the world in her hand (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this D while you sit on my lap (Let's go)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you outta control (Uh-huh)
Suck that thang till ya throat get sore
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (Uh, uh, uh)
Fuck that shit till ya legs can't stand
High freak bitch with the world in her hand
[Refrain]
She got the world in her hands (Uh)
She make it twirl when she dance (Yeah)
I got the world in my hands (Uh-huh)
I got ya girl in my pants (Yeah)
You know I love the way you move (I do)
You with ya girl today, it's cool
For you, I ain't got no problem waiting on my turn
Teach me how to turn you to my bae and I'ma learn
[Verse 2]
Suck that dick, put ya hands on the meat
Ride my dick till ya legs get weak
Put your legs on the headboard, baby
Make a mess, let me see if you can spread on the sheets
Talk that shit, baby, say what's on ya brain
Say my government until the neighbors know my name
With the jewelry on, yeah, the bracelet and the chains
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this D while you sit on my lap (Let's go)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you outta control
Suck that thang till ya throat get sore
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor
Fuck that shit till ya legs can't stand
High freak bitch with the world in her hand
[Chorus]
Pop that thang, let it clap, let it clap
Ride this D while you sit on my lap (Uh, uh, uh)
Spread them cheeks, let me see that hole
Shake that ass like you outta control
Suck that thang till ya throat get sore
Bend it on down, put ya face on the floor (Uh, uh, uh)
Fuck that shit till ya legs can't stand
High freak bitch with the world in her hand
Written by: Adam Gamble, Anthony L. Mosley, Carlos S. Dalmau Jr., Jonathan Kirk, Tajsh Richardson, Tobias Wincorn, Vaughn Oliver
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