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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taylor Girlz
Performer
Trinity Taylor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tadaysha Taylor
Composer
Tikeria Taylor
Composer
Timothy Mingo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bolo Da Producer
Producer
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Jumper
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
My hair like to swing
Ya, ay, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Ya, ay, left foot hood, right foot hood
Ya, ay, don't fall, sleep
Ya, ay, steal her man, steal her man
Ya, ay, pop it pop it pop it pop it
Ya, ay, left foot hood, right foot hood
Ya, ay, don't fall, sleep
Ya, ay, steal her man, steal her man
Ya, ay, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Ya, ay, left foot hood, right foot hood
Ya, ay, don't fall, sleep
Ya, ay, steal her man, steal her man
Back pack girl wanna fight that's a clapback
Bad boy last night was a flashback, look at my back
Haters hate, wanna show that, walk in a room, gimme that
Yeah I need all that, don't get mad if I don't call back
Fall back, you was never ever all that
Should've had a map, woulda known what you look like 'fore I hit you back
Hood, yeah, on my Jimmy Choo's, I can't mess with you
You a thot, you a nasty, you, should have flexed on you
I got chemicals from my visuals, you so lyrical
Never catch me hangin' with some typicals, hey hey
Yeah, I can steal her man, I can steal her man (I can!)
She ain't think I can, she ain't think I can (Oh no!)
I can steal her man, I can steal her man (I can!)
She ain't think I can, she ain't think I can
Ya, ay, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Ya, ay, left foot hood, right foot hood
Ya, ay, don't fall, sleep
Ya, ay, steal her man, steal her man
Ya, ay, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Ya, ay, left foot hood, right foot hood
Ya, ay, don't fall, sleep
Ya, ay, steal her man, steal her man
Boom boom, pop pop, kick 'em in the jock
Thumbin' through a check while running through the block
Just took her man 'cause her breath got hot
Sittin' at the top, pop pop pop
Drop it like it's hot
A man gon' come, don't be a dum-dum
Runnin' for his cash, take it to the max
Shoes in a bag, don't ask for a tab
Money money money, all I see and I dab
My chicks drop, all they do is take cap
Bumpin' them gums like all I do is rap
Girl get back, ratta-tat-tat
Runnin' through a chat like hot boys trap
Sittin' on a couch like I need to take a nap
Cookin' them snacks, yum yum in my tum tum
Started man, now run run, run
I can steal her man, I can steal her man (I can!)
She ain't think I can, she ain't think I can (Oh no!)
I can steal her man, I can steal her man (I can!)
She ain't think I can, she ain't think I can!
Ya, ay, pop it pop it, pop it, pop it
Ya, ay, left foot hood, right foot hood
Ya, ay, don't fall, sleep
Ya, ay, steal her man, steal her man
Ya, ay, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Ya, ay, left foot hood, right foot hood
Ya, ay, don't fall, sleep
Ya, ay, steal her man, steal her man
Written by: Tadaysha Taylor, Tikeria Taylor, Timothy Mingo