Testi:
Bun B Pop It For Pimp

Pop it 4 Pimp All my ATL woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp All my Birmingham woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp [x7:] Pop it 4 Pimp gone Pop it 4 Pimp [Bun B:] Now all

Pop it 4 Pimp All my ATL woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp All my Birmingham woman gone Pop it 4 Pimp [x7:] Pop it 4 Pimp gone Pop it 4 Pimp [Bun B:] Now all

wrist, got my ho arm freezin' My neck stay froze, it don't matter what the season Eightball, fat boy, call it how ya see it Pimp, gutter, young nigga,

Verse 3:] Wut it dew man? Wuts the deal? Sip some drank, pop a seal, get your money, keep it real, roll a dro, smoke and chill, like Pimp C-work wood wheel, like Bun B- I keeps it

the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha

you already knew it We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it 'Cause it ain't nothin' to

pimp Dope boy shoes, big rings And only bad bitches say my name, hoe [Bun B] Bitch you wanna roll with a pimp, then have it on your mind It's all about

you already knew it We goin' for the money then we goin' right through it Take it to the table baby, chop it up and screw it 'Cause it ain't nothin' to

! - I'm a motherfuckin' prodigy! (prodigy!) [Chorus] [Outro: Big Capp {Bun B}] Yeah! You niggaz heard it... We been gettin' paper... and shakin' haters! (the boys!) Bun B