Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin - Band Pop lyrics

[Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin - Band Pop lyrics]

Riding 'round town, smoking race car gas
Broke niggas screaming, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, popping Buckhead tags
Drop top Jag, getting south side cash
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Ay, ay, ay, get it girl
Riding 'round town, smoking race car gas
Broke niggas screaming, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, popping Buckhead tags
Drop top Jag, getting south side cash
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Ay, ay, ay, get it girl

Walked in the club
It's like I fucked all these bitches
Camera phones out
Broke niggas snapping pictures
Thinking to their self like
"I wanna be them niggas"
Trueys sagging low, thousand dollar boxers
Bitches love my posture in the strip club
Got these bitches eating pasta
Steak, shrimp, and lobster
AK-47 got it smelling like a locker
She say she love me
But she want Dunkin's number
I get so much money
I'm like comma after comma
Baby, you a monster, nicknamed her Pam
Pussy, ass, and mouth
She can do it with no hands
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Waka Flock

Riding 'round town, smoking race car gas
Broke niggas screaming, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, popping Buckhead tags
Drop top Jag, getting south side cash
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Ay, ay, ay, get it girl
Riding 'round town, smoking race car gas
Broke niggas screaming, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, popping Buckhead tags
Drop top Jag, getting south side cash
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Ay, ay, ay, get it girl

Octane fuel, 93 race car gas, riding with me
Shop Tru Religion, he lying to me
He ain't got jet lag, ain't higher than me
No bodyguard riding like the
Government with Doublemint
Twins, getting head, man
I swear I need a double dick
Double click, diamonds Fruity Pebbles
Barney Rubble shit i be getting geeked
Throwed off on some other shit in the hood
Fucking with them scums and them parasites
Sipping lean
Got a nigga feeling like it's paradise
Called Flock
I just had a threesome with a pair of dykes
2Pac, picture me rolling like a pair of dice
Long clip, you can get it all
I'm the sharing type nigga get wrong
Glock 40 raised the Fahrenheit dunk

Riding 'round town, smoking race car gas
Broke niggas screaming, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, popping Buckhead tags
Drop top Jag, getting south side cash
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Ay, ay, ay, get it girl
Riding 'round town, smoking race car gas
Broke niggas screaming, "I hate y'all ass"
Got a Bankhead swag, popping Buckhead tags
Drop top Jag, getting south side cash
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
When them bands pop, them pants drop
Ay, ay, ay, get it girl

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