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master p – kit kat bars 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

- master p lyrics

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