Taylor J - Pop Dat lyrics

[Hook] Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me [Hook] Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me [Verse 1] Baby pop that for me My time is not cheap I got a lot in my pockets Stuff it up with moneys and weed, yeah You f**in' right I'm a star f** around and ash on my wings Right now I need you to pop it But baby don't step on my feet Goddamit, got rent on my feet I don't want to hear ‘bout what you won't do Baby you can miss me with that don't do Drop to the floor like I told you Baby what make you think I don't want you? Oh my, let me give it to you like I owe you Then drop you off, I don't know you Hop out the bed baby Grip on the head baby I just had to hit you with it Don't you, don't you, won't you, won't It ain't no pressure, let it flow Lots of b**hes, lots of hoes And they can't wait to show me no I don't want to send you off or hold you, no Take your time, take it slow Clap back at me in slow-mo You know what I want [Hook] Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me [Hook] Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me [Verse 2] Two bad b**hes wanna take turns with me Like I won't do everything to ‘em but kiss ‘em I don't buy it, I don't need it That bag, might rent it Can't make love to you, got fifteen minutes I pulled up in a 600, all tinted Act like you seen somethin', all high, all litty Aww man in the air, dead man in my denims I'm taking my time ‘cause I ride with my pistol, yeah Break it down like a kush bowl in the living room I should put a strip pole in the living room You know how the sh** go in the living room One real n***a, six hoes in the living room Type of lifestyle make a broke n***a eavesdrop Brought the plug to the hotel, make the suite hot Rug burn when she gave me head, said her knees hot I'm the real thing in real life, baby he's not I just turned a rental car to a weed spot I need you to give me deep neck ‘til my knees lock Did your mama raise a good girl or a freak thot? Get you high, blow the gas smoke out the T top Big bank take little bank, n***a please stop Yeah she probably pop it for you, but you pay a fee huh? Yeah they always talkin' ‘bout it, but them n***as weak huh? [Bridge] Oh why, oh why oh why Pop that for me Oh why Pop that for me [Hook] Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me Pop that for me, pop that for me