Pop That P***y lyrics

Fki = Fresh Kid Ice
Bm = Brother Marquis
Blowfly:
"Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-od-Damn!! Shee-yee-Yit!! Look at the ass
On that b*tch! Look at the titties! "
(Mixx scratches "Aw hit me!" and "Hold your legs up on easy.")
Verse 1
[Fki] There's only one place where we can go
To see freaky hoes doin' shows
Doin' tricks to make us holler
On a giving night, all for a dollar
Silicone breasts, all on their chests
Nothin' like others, but above the rest
They'll do anything to turn us on
Them hoes got it goin' on!!
[Bm] I like big booty and big ol' titties
b*tch, you know you've been f*cked by many
So come and be my private dancer
I got some money if that's the answer
I really wanna be with you;
I get hard after seeing you
How hard? Hard like a rock
When you make that pus*y pop!

Chorus(2x): Luke
Pop that pus*y! Heyyy! Pop that pus*y, baby!
Pop that pus*y! Pop, pop that pus*y, baby!
Verse 2
[Fki] Freaky b*tches with plenty of ass
Rollin' to the music and shakin' real fast
Bend over backwards, make me shout
And work that pus*y, in and out
Movin' their body with plenty of action
Bringin' to the men more satisfaction
Doin' what they feel to turn us out
Just work that pus*y all the way out!
[Bm] Shake it! Don't break it!
It took your momma nine months to make it
Bend over and spread 'em, girl
Show-w-w me those pus*y pearls
Rub that ass and play with that c***
You know I like that freaky sh*t
Girl, you know you look so cute
Throwin' that pus*y the way you do!
Chorus
Verse 3
[Fki] Poppin' that pus*y's a dance for the ladies
Straight from the South, into the 90's
Freaky b*tches are the ones I like
In G-strings in the middle of the night
Smoke-filled stages, b*tches in cages
Guards at the door, armed with gauges
As they dance and I get hot
Keep throwin' that pus*y! Don't stop!
[Bm] I like the way you lick the champagne glass
It makes me wanna stick my di*k in your ass
So come on, baby, and pop it quick
I fall in love when you suck my di*k
b*tch, you don't know? You ain't heard?
f*ckin' with me, you're gonna get served
See, none of my b*tches, they never complain
So come on, baby, and pop that thang!
Chorus
Luke:
Janet J, pop, that pus-sy!
Bu-bles, pop, that pus-sy!
Sandra P, pop, that pus-sy!
Ma-donna, pop that stinky smelly pus*y, baby!
(Mixx scratches "Work this motherf*cker!" "sh*t, this good!" "Woo hoo!")
Chorus
Luke:
Breakdown