kit kat bars - master p lyrics
[chorus: master p]
you a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
in the club popping bottles, [?]
she got them kit kat bars, she got them kit kat bars
dropping bags in this motherf*cker, yeah, you a star
pop that ass, ho
pop that ass, ho
bounce that ass, bounce that ass, ho
you a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
up in the club popping bottles, [?]
[verse 1: master p]
it must be your booty, cause it ain’t your face
popping mollys in this b*tch, i’m ’bout to catch me a case
oo, i’m on that molly
[?] motherf*cker on that [?]
you can bring your girlfriends with you, it’s a party
make that ass shake, mix patrone with bacardi
[?] old school with the f*cking new school [?]
everything i ride, motherf*cker, with the roof back, n*gga
n*gga, who that?
the same n*gga tought you b*tches how to do that
[?] to the bank, i don’t need id
tell them drop a hundredracks, and then keep three
that’s boss sh*t
[chorus: master p]
you a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
in the club popping bottles, [?]
she got them kit kat bars, she got them kit kat bars
dropping bags in this motherf*cker, yeah, you a star
pop that ass, ho
pop that ass, ho
bounce that ass, bounce that ass, ho
you a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
up in the club popping bottles, [?]
[verse 2: master p]
cup full of mountain doo, n*gga, no sprite
n*gga on ciroc, motherf*cker, no ice
n*gga in the club, with a b*tch, and a dyk*
told a bad b*tch, do whatever you like
n*gga blowing on a [?]
i can put some kush in the swisher, now it’s a party
turn off your phone, who the f*ck you calling?
told the b*tch, money ain’t a thing, we balling
you cupcake rappers, that’s why i don’t feel ya
started from a brick, turned it into a million
got the key to the louie store, managing
man, we on some other sh*t, we did it in the phantom
no hands
[chorus: master p]
you a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
in the club popping bottles, [?]
she got them kit kat bars, she got them kit kat bars
dropping bags in this motherf*cker, yeah, you a star
pop that ass, ho
pop that ass, ho
bounce that ass, bounce that ass, ho
you a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
up in the club popping bottles, [?]
[verse 3: fat trel & alley boy]
p*ssy popping, bottle popping, molly popping [?]
b*tches love me, n*ggas watch me, [?] strippers [?]
bank account, wam
right wrist, wam
left cheek, right cheek, f*ck me and my mans
[?] atlanta magic city [?]
[?] on a sunday, rolling with them [?]
[?] bad b*tches on some other sh*t
kit kat bar, [?] so good, i wanna share the chick
wrist on ice, her body nice, but i ain’t throwing rice
only for the night, the p*ssy tight, just stay another night
me, trel and p, she popping p, she want all three
she poke from the back, man, all these racks got b*tches crowding me
[chorus: master p]
you a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
in the club popping bottles, [?]
she got them kit kat bars, she got them kit kat bars
dropping bags in this motherf*cker, yeah, you a star
pop that ass, ho
pop that ass, ho
bounce that ass, bounce that ass, ho
you a bad b*tch, she a bad b*tch
up in the club popping bottles, [?]
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