Keep It Poppin lyrics

[Intro]
(Why your face so ugly?)
(Man, BeatKing—)

[Chorus: BeatKing & Queendom Come]
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Freak hoe, you gon' make your mama cry (Club God)

[Verse 1: BeatKing]
Head down, ass up, pop that, pop that cat (Ooh)
Let me see them tats when you throw that ass back
I hate skinny b*tches, skinny hoes get no love
I see a group of skinny hoes, I call 'em bone thugs
I got Luda with me, in the club, with a shooter with me
Off that brown, she gon' ride this di*k, like a scooter with me
Yeah, she a pro, she got a pole in her house (Stripper)
Every time I come over, I try to put it in her mouth (Yеah)
I don't need to know your name, give me that pus*y (Yеah, yeah)
Throw it back, your home girl ain't gay but she lookin'
You do makeup on YouTube? b*tch, I don't give a f*ck
Hey, I'm tryna bend her over, I'ma skeet it on her butt
Hol' up

[Chorus: BeatKing, Queendom Come & Ludacris]
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Freak hoe, you gon' make your mama cry (Club God)
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Freak hoe, you gon' make your mama cry (I like this, Luda)
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
I'ma throw them bands with it
Been tryna see if I can palm my hands with it
Couple hundred dollar tips on her OnlyFans with it
Drop it, pop it, lock it, load it, hold it, control it, fold it
Can a n*gga named Luda and the Club God get a chance with it?
Please, make that dough with ease, from Atlanta to Texas, and Alabama
Louisiana to the Florida Keys, roll them trees
Smoke some for the high, shake some for the low, lil' b*tch
Snare drum, hi-hat, conga, shake it, shake it, shake it like it's DC dope, lil' b*tch
You fine, girl, I wanna f*ck that froggy style
I wanna see how low you could arch that back if I hit that doggy style
Big dog, I "woof woof", your man just "arf arf"
This pus*y poppin', reload it, back on the charts, charts
Luda gone

[Chorus: BeatKing & Queendom Come]
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Freak hoe, you gon' make your mama cry (Club God)
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Head down, put your hands on your thighs (pus*y poppin')
Freak hoe, you gon' make your mama cry (Club God)