Artist: French Montana (Feat Lil Wayne, Rick Ross & Drake)
Album: Excuse My French
Year: 2012
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[Chorus – (Rick Ross, French Montana & Drake)]
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that (drop that pussy bitch)
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that (I’m some young Papi)
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that, pop that (champagne, they know the face and they know the name)
Don’t stop, pop that (drop that pussy bitch)
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that (work)
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that (work, work, work, bounce)
Don’t stop, pop that (work)
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (work, work, what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that (work)
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that (work, work, work, bounce)
Don’t stop, pop that (work)
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (work, work, what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that, pop that (what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that, pop that (what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy
[Verse 1 – French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin’ with?
Throw it, buss it open
Show me what you twerkin’ with
Ass so phat, need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasin’ pacman
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that’s a rock
Hundred large, bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m hella smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three Benz I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen the ‘Gatti, that pussy soaking
[Chorus]
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that (bounce)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
[Verse 2 – Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga, talkin’ four door Bugatti
I’m the life of the party, lets get these hoes on the molly
You know I came to stunt, so drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want, drop that pussy bitch
Feel me, feel me, this bitch want me to feel me
Ballin’, ballin’ like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That’s 50, 100, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke, shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew, two for me, two for you
Feed them bitches carrots, fuck ’em like a rabbit
Sorry that’s a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish
[Chorus]
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that (bounce)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
[Verse 3 – Drake]
I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you can take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, fuck back then, we the shit right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a motherfuckin’ crib
And I’m picking up the keys to the bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s man shit
Gettin’ cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s player shit
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man fuck you and your time difference
I’m young Papi, champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah
Greystone, twenty bottles that’s on me
On the couches, wildin’ out
Yelling “free my niggas” till they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all 3
But we always been the type of crew that been good without a plan B
[Chorus]
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that (bounce)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that, pop that (bounce)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
[Verse 4 – Lil Wayne]
Biiiitch, stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some TRUKFIT
Okay I fuck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta, Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like bone
I’m talkin’ ’bout bone, bone, bone, bone
I’m fucking with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM-Beat that pussy up, stop playin’
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I’mma beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch on my pro-active shit
Pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga you’s a square
And I would twist you like an Rubik’s
Motherfucker I’m on my skateboard, watch me do a trick hoe
I’m 5’5″ but I could 6-9, then beat that pussy like Klistcko
It’s French Montana, fuck Joe, it’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s TRUK the world, it’s TRUK yo’ girl, it’s TRUKFIT by the truckload
Biaaaatch
[Chorus]
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that (bounce)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that, pop that, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that
Don’t stop, pop that pussy (what you twerkin’ with?)
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