Текст песни T.I. - Poppin Bottles (feat. Drake)

No Mercy
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: T.I.
Альбом: No Mercy
Длительность: 05:20
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[Chorus - T.I.] My section in the club, Remy, Rose when you're all ready say go, okay everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop you 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 blow let her drink it till she drown Let a girl go wild, pop a bottle bow, bow, bow... [T.I.] Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss watch ya 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 guys, 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 hoe who know me, all I do is smash and ride buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes no subtraction, only cash to divide we gettin' money, bank roll, supersized whether rain, sleet, sunny let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming [Chorus] [Drake] Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa I heard you talk bout other niggas them other nigga no matter the tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka me and Weezy run this bitch so bring me one soda and vodka and a fuji for my nigga cause the police probably watching man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option we be sunning all these niggas, put there ass up for adoption and we start with straight shots, that get the bottle poppin' we be working all night, telethon shit Roll a super skinny once you you Ne Lemon shit oooh, thats that fire, that have you calm shit you with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit ahhh, to each his own, I like a fruit that's grown I like a bad bitch from a decent home me and Tip, that's that pimpin' that we preachin' on and everybody tryna listen nigga, speakerphone [Chorus] [T.I.] I know the sucker wish the judge 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 who?" bought every bottle at the bar shortie you know how I do I take em all across your, I aint finna argue still big shit poppin, nothing changed but my clothes triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll tell the bitch I take you places where your man can't go can't be, he aint doing shit, if he ain't me can't you see the difference between us when I walkin to the door your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low fifty stack, I'mma show you how to ball, triple that [Chorus]
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