Ludacris P-poppin

Get down, pussy, pussy, pop it

Get down, pussy, pussy, pop it

Get down, pussy, pop it, pussy, pop it

Open handstand on my American bandstand

Summer songs, cartwheels, bitch, just keep on dancing

Chinese split, split, slide 'em down that hole, hole

Then build it, dig, dig, get it out of control, cold, cold, no

Keep going 'til a ***** like me say, "Fuck"

Let it get to sky, yeah, then make it drop

Tuck and twist, yo, like if you fucking Chris

I'm rubbing clicks, so stay in cash, don't try to duck and piss

Do your stretches, don't pull no hamstrings

You got me moving, in fact, you doing the damn thing

Struggle muscles, exercise, everybody, your body hurts

You've been sweating, thank God your bathroom body works

I like a woman that makes her own dough, don't need a lot of help

But your heart will melt if I put a thousand in your garter belt

Lip gloss traces, you're piercing eleven places

And your lips downtown just made some familiar faces

Like, "Whoa!"

Get down, pussy, pussy, pop it

Snapchat the good, twisted, pop it, legacy

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