Kit Kat Bars lyrics

[Chorus: Master P]
You a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
In the club popping bottles, like a savage
She got them kit kat bars, she got them kit kat bars
Dropping bags in this motherf*cker, yeah, you a star
Pop that ass, ho
Pop that ass, ho
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, ho
You a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
Up in the club popping bottles, like a savage

[Verse 1: Master P]
It must be your booty, cause it ain't your face
Popping mollys in this b*tch, I’m 'bout to catch me a case
Oo, I'm on that molly
[?] motherf*cker on that hot
You can bring your girlfriend with you, it’s a party
Make that ass shake, mix Patrone with Bacardi
Now n*gga old school with the f*cking new swag
Everything I ride, motherf*cker, with the roof back, magic
n*gga, who that?
The same n*gga tought you b*tches how to do that
Going to the bank, I don't need ID
Tell them drop a hundredracks, and then keep three
That's boss sh*t
[Chorus: Master P]
You a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
In the club popping bottles, like a savage
She got them kit kat bars, she got them kit kat bars
Dropping bags in this motherf*cker, yeah, you a star
Pop that ass, ho
Pop that ass, ho
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, ho
You a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
Up in the club popping bottles, like a savage

[Verse 2: Master P]
Cup full of Mountain Doo, n*gga, no Sprite
n*gga on Ciroc, motherf*cker, no ice
n*gga in the club, with a b*tch, and a dyke
Told a bad b*tch, do whatever you like
n*gga blowing on a motherf*ckin' black mug
I can put some Kush in the swisher, now it's a party
Turn off your phone, who the f*ck you calling?
Told the b*tch, money ain't a thing, we balling
You cupcake rappers, that's why I don't feel ya
Started from a brick, turned it into a million
Got the key to the Louie store, managing
Man, we on some other sh*t, we did it in the Phantom
No hands
[Chorus: Master P]
You a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
In the club popping bottles, like a savage
She got them kit kat bars, she got them kit kat bars
Dropping bags in this motherf*cker, yeah, you a star
Pop that ass, ho
Pop that ass, ho
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, ho
You a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
Up in the club popping bottles, like a savage

[Verse 3: Fat Trel & Alley Boy]
pus*y popping, bottle popping, molly popping, dang
b*tches love it, n*ggas watch me, took your strippers bank
Bank account, wam
Right wrist, wam
Left cheek, right cheek, f*ck me and my mans
Diamonds on Atlanta, Imma Magic City man
[?] on a Sunday, rolling with them [?]
Money and Coce, with bad b*tches on some other sh*t
Kit kat bar, pus*y so good, I wanna share the chick
Wrist on ice, her body nice, but I ain’t throwing rice
Only for the night, the pus*y tight, just stay another night
Me, Trel and P, she popping P, she want all three
She poke from the back, man, all these racks got b*tches crowding me
[Chorus: Master P]
You a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
In the club popping bottles, like a savage
She got them kit kat bars, she got them kit kat bars
Dropping bags in this motherf*cker, yeah, you a star
Pop that ass, ho
Pop that ass, ho
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, ho
You a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
Up in the club popping bottles, like a savage