The Game - Pop That Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Hey Wale, get on the phone man, call that n***a Meek Mill Tell that n***a Meek Mill, get on the phone, call that n***a Boss Tell Boss, get on the phone, call that n***a French Montana man Tell the n***a let me hold this beat too man, leggo [DJ Orator] Yea yea what's good? This your man DJ Orator You got it right here first Brand new Game freestyle Pop That Turn it up [Game] Uncle Luke, you better tell that ho I'm the sh** b**h and I know you smell that ho Beat the p**y, I swoll that ho Lick the cat and then marry that ho Cop the yeezy, never wear that though You f**in' Kim K, n***a share that ho Real n***a everywhere I go You got one, you better marry that ho She got a fat monkey, camel toe She Armenian, she call me daddy'o She like it from the back, no patio I'm from the 2 Live Crew, her daddy know I'm fresh as f**, no flat top I got flip flops in that black drop No green screen in my back drop I got green things in my back poc' I'm thuggin', welcome back Pac I'm a mac n***a, no laptop My b**h a** fat, no a** shots She get motivated when that cash drop Don't call my b**h no stripper, n***a She's an exotic dancer that twerk when you tip her, n***a Amber Rose ain't got nothin' on my life Meagan Good ain't got nothin' on Chyna And how I know Tyga, how I know Tyga Meagan Good ain't got nothin' on Chyna sh** Japan ain't got nothin' on Chyna Wish that was me, nuttin' on Chyna Damn, there I go again I ain't tryna start nothin' by speaking nuttin' on Chyna Don't stop, poppin' it, she picked it up and she droppin' it I like red bones, a little chocolate And I'm ASAP with that Rocky wrist And I'm swaggin' and splashin' and f**in' these hoes I'm blowin' that Kush and it's stuck in my clothes They blowin' my dick till' I nut in they nose These n***as they know they can't f** with the flow My Mazzi is cold, my b**hes is hot We walk in the club, she sneak in the Glock We turnin' it up, off of Peach and Ciroc With bottles and bottles Like when does it stop? With models and models, they know they be f**in' She say she a virgin, I know that she bluffin' I'm knocking the stuffin' out that English muffin I turn on the oven and whooooo! Coke boy, like O boy Got a gold Impala like dope boy Twerkin' it, workin' it Like waffle house, I'm servin' it They play with it, I'm murkin' sh** You jersey's kid, I'm dunkin' sh** You square n***as get your circle hit And it don't stop, what you t**n' with Don't stop, what you t**n' with Don't stop, what you t**n' with Don't stop, what you t**n' with