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T.I.
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Poppin' Bottles
作词:Aubrey Graham, Clifford Harris, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams
My section in the club, Remy, Rose When your maw ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!' Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!' Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle
Bring the 1738 Champagne, the boss switch Gettin' money, make it rain, buy a bottle, pop a cork Dork, if I may retort I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before
I pop bottles but I don't pour, save the glass for gash We ballin' on a budget, fuck it, let your glasses rise I'm straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised? Ask any ho who know me, all I do is smash and ride
Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in her eyes Ain't no subtraction, only cash to divide, we gettin' money Bank roll super-sized, whether rain, sleet, sunny Let the good times roll and the bottle keep coming
My section in the club, Remy, Rose When your maw ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!' Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!' Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle
Yeah, okay, bring that shit to papa I heard you talk 'bout other niggas, them other niggas no matter The tag team back, bitch, boom shakalaka Me and Weezy run this shit so bring me one soda and vodka
And a Fiji for my nigga 'cause the police probably watching Man, probation is a bitch, but goin' back is not an option We be sonnin' all these niggas, put they ass up for adoption Man, we start with straight shots, then get the bottle poppin'
We be working all night, telethon shit Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman shit 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Ooh, that's that fire, that's that 'have you calm' shit You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit
Ahh, to each his own, I like a fruit that's grown I like a bad bitch from a decent home Me and Tip, it's that pimpin' that we preachin' on And everybody tryin' to listen, nigga, speakerphone
My section in the club, Remy, Rose When your maw ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!' Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!' Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle
I know the sucker wish the judge woulda threw the book at me 'Cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me Everything brand new, you get money, like who? Spent 150 on my car and my Audemar, too
When I walk up in the spot, ain't nobody saw you They see me like, 'There he go', look at you like, 'Ahh, boo' Bought every bottle at the bar, shawty, you know how I do I take 'em all across your noggin', I ain't finna argue
I'm still big shit poppin', nothin' changed but my clothes Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll Tell a bitch I take you places where your man can't go Can't be, he ain't doing shit, if he ain't me
Can't you see the difference 'tween us when I walk into the door? Got twenty-thousand worth of ones, start letting that money go Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low Fifty stack, I'mma show you how to ball, triple that
My section in the club, Remy, Rose When your maw ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!' Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!'
See him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James, nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go 'bow!' Let her drink it 'til she drown, got a girl goin' wild, pop a bottle
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