POP LOCK DROP IT E

Get ready to drop this shit like this, man. Y'all check this out. Lock, And drop Pop, lock, and drop it. And by the look of my eyes, she have Nice thighs. But her mama done gave her them Goofy slow for the man. My pockets flooded with paper, born as a Missouri Stateer. Mami, go on take it low. If you can then touch your toes. And your partner there, you can get dollars there. Hurricane ain't in my blood, but I'ma make it Rain on two rich for dollar bills. I consider that a change. Twenty-five on my range. Know that that's an odd number. The way that you tooting that thing could make The guys wonder of what's underneath, Or even if it's real. I'm hoping she's a freak, 'cause I ain't trying To chill. I'm trying to get it popping with A shorty like mine that's willing to drop it Low enough to blow my mind. It's G-U-E-Z and Lil Weezy. Let's see if she can get lower than before On the remix. Use that thing up, mami, make it roll. Pop, lock, And drop it. Pop, lock, drop it. Pop, and Drop it. Pop, lock, lock it for me, girl, get low. If your mama gave it to you, baby girl, Let it show. Once you pop, lock, drop it For me, maybe we could roll. Oh. Pop, and Drop It. Lock, and drop it. Lock, drop it. Lock, drop it. Pop, and drop it.