"Show That P" lyrics

Don't stop, pop that pussy

Popping it (Phew), uh, uh
She popping it, uh, uh
Popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it
Baby girl, show that pussy, hmm
Hold it right there, it look good
Hold it right there, it feel good
Good, good
Baby girl, show that pussy, hmm
Hold it right there, it look good
Hold it right there, it feel good
Good, good

I went on top for them bands
She want the top with no hands
She wanna' fuck with your mans, uh
Wake up, I thank God again
How you kill it? I kill with a gat
Kill 'em with these Balmain pants (Drip)
She gon' kill all these hoes when she dance
Kill 'em every time she get a chance
She gon' grab on that dick with both hands (Phew)
She might end you out where she stand
I'm having the racks ain't dealing with broke niggas, for sure
Respectfully I'm just tryna fuck the hoe but she a ghost
Big old titties look just like Nicki Minaj, that booty swoll'
Come here, baby, we walk with cash in hand and buy out the store
Girl, you know I love when you bounce on it fast and grind on it slow
Yeah, I know you know, you left your man because he broke
Nosirski not having no motion then it's slow
She wanna' fuck to the beat, I'm like, "Girl, let's go."
Girl, don't you know I'm a capital P?
She said, "Boy, don't you know I'm a capital P?"
I get the [?] before you can bring all the capping to me
I spent a twenty in Louis just so I could support my boy that is resting in peace
She wanna' go Bora Bora, so I'ma tell little baby I feel like a priest
When I'm in Bel-Air feel like the Fresh Prince, Aunt Viviane all over my Tee
I promise, I swear pussy so good it got knocked on the back, get down on one knee

Popping it
She popping it
Popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it
Popping it, popping it
Baby girl, show that pussy
Hold it right there, it look good
Hold it right there, it feel good
Good, good
Baby girl, show that pussy
Hold it right there, it look good
Hold it right there, it feel good
Good, good