Beatking - Lit lyrics

[Intro:] (Man BeatKing done…) Club God [Chorus:] Pop that p**y for me [x2] (hold up) Pop that p**y for me [x2] (Hold up, hold up) b**h I just wanna trick [x2] Gone off that liquor She tryna get lit Girl pop that p**y for me Pop that p**y for me [x3] I just wanna trick [x2] Gone off that liquor She tryna get lit [Background: Girl you know you Wanna ball and f** with me All that money in your face girl You going see [repeat]] [Verse 1:][BeatKing] All these b**hes choosing Got juice like i'm [?] Got a ho look like roochie Predicted her sushi She tryna get lit She tryna get lit (gone) Put that molly in her drink Bill Cosby in this b**h (the pudding) Club God Club Godzilla b**h I pull up in a (skirrtt) Benz with a ho And her friends no type Like [?] b**h I got my M up Ballin all these n***as paper Got a house up in the Woodlands That b**h got a river Club Godzilla [Chorus] [Verse 2:][Sancho Saucy] Hold on Mr. Beat King Kong I ain't tryna lead you wrong (I'm pimpin) Sancho really f**in pimpin Rich off of [?] way before songs Some a little Armstrong Wonder bout it as you gone Bringing [?] back I'm a f**ing maniac 35,000 for a verse 5000 for a purse Took your picture to my nurse And I'm sick of you [?] than my tennis shoe I'm kicking way [?] like Kung Fu [?] Club God [Chorus] [Outro:] Girl you know you Wanna ball and f** with me All that money in your face girl You going see