Booty Pop Pop - Vize Remix

作曲：Ashlee Baker

作词：Ashlee Baker

Girls work out on the pole got the cash

Take it back take it back few years ago

Where the guys getting hazy and the girls get along

She make her booty pop pop won't stop make her drop

When she took across the floor looking like a fetus

Smokes yeah she listening to this watching by the whip

Pop a hit but you gonna stop it

I hope little mommy yes she small but a boss

The way she move that body she admit that was soft

That was soft she bad and she never does

Work out on the pole got the fake little rich

But her body being fresh she a diva and she never got the cash

And she want some ** always wearing belly shaking

When she don't do it to pick up she rocking like the crack

Get the chronic up my sack

You know make my booty clap when I throw it from the back

I did this to be on the dance floor

Got a whip my ** if you don't know how to do it

Pop your booty then you dip

It is what it is cause she make her body earthquake

I was ** people cause she make her booty shake

She got a figure eight on top with them babies black guys white eyes

And she's all about them **

It is what it is let them roll me down the road

I call her tootsie pop she the soda at my show

She got a figure eight on top with them babies black guys white eyes

And she's all about them **

Pop one pop two pop red wash it down the **

All the chronic in the air my lungs start to choke

And I'll need to smoke though wait that's a lie

You can see him ** up from the tight red eye

The beat in my head why did you have to ** my face

But I'd rather be out anywhere any place

I drop it to the floor don't act like you don't know

When you grabbing on my hips you can feel my backbone flow

Take it back to the penitentiary got a **

Getting down the business don't beat around the bush

I'mma be a fan like boy let me hit it

If you ain't down for ** then pack your ** and dip it

I got too much ** to do in too little time

You can keep your penny at hungry folks with a dime

Sugar daddy getting money spending with my honey

And you think I ** thing but that ** ain't really funny

Everybody's what it is cause she make her body earthquake

I was ** people cause she make her booty shake

She got a figure eight on top with them babies black guys white eyes

And she's all about them **

It is what it is let them roll me down the road

I call her tootsie pop she the soda at my show

She got a figure eight on top with them babies black guys white eyes

And she's all about them **

Dance dance gangster type fool gangster good boo

Dance dance gangster type fool gangster good boo

Dance dance gangster type fool gangster good boo

Dance dance gangster type fool gangster good boo

Take it back take it back few years ago

Where the guys getting hazy and the girls get along

She make her booty pop pop won't stop make her drop

When she took across the floor looking like a fetus

Smokes yeah she listening to this watching by the whip

Pop a hit but you gonna stop it

I hope little mommy yes she small but a boss

The way she move that body she admit that was soft

That was soft she bad and she never does

Work out on the pole got the fake little rich

But her body being fresh she a diva and she never got the cash

And she want some ** always wearing belly shaking

When she don't do it to pick up she rocking like the crack

Get the chronic up my sack

You know make my booty clap when I throw it from the back

I do the susie on the dance floor

Girls work out on the pole got the cash

It is what it is cause she make her body earthquake

I was ** people cause she make her booty shake

She got a figure eight on top with them babies black guys white eyes

And she's all about them **

It is what it is let them roll me down the road

I call her tootsie pop she the soda at my show

She got a figure eight on top with them babies black guys white eyes

And she's all about them **

Pop one pop two pop red wash it down the **

All the chronic in the air my lungs start to choke

And I'll need to smoke though wait that's a lie

You can see him ** up from the tight red eye

The beat in my head why did you have to ** my face

But I'd rather be out anywhere any place

I drop it to the floor don't act like you don't know

When you grabbing on my hips you can feel my backbone flow

Take it back to the penitentiary got a **

Getting down the business don't beat around the bush

I'mma be a fan like boy let me hit it