Artist: Birdman Album: N/A (0000) Title: Pop Bottles
Lyrics Pop BottlesChorus: Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2 O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cause I ball hard Notice we ball harder I am the Birdman And I am the J-R-Ra
Verse: O.K. Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models...Shut up bitch swallow If ya can't swallow...Shut up bitch gargle Straight up out that water with my Mark Jacobs Goggles I'm fresher then a Muh Fucker...Yeah I'm a Muh Fucker No I won't take your girl But I shall take her tongue from her Could you tell I'm in love woman Like no other woman Oh I'm sorry sweetheart I thought you were my other woman
Chorus: Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2 O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cause I ball hard No bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman And I am J-R-Ra
Verse: Now as I recline behind my desk I ain't got a lot of Nikes...But I got a lot of checks money Got my own shoe brand new on the set Went from sittin' in a cell To sittin' on a jet From shittin' in a cell To shittin' on a jet I lost too many friends But I won too many bets I made too much money I ain't make enough yet So I scratch and yes...Jr. is the best So many n***** from my hood on they back So many n***** from your hood on they back Thats why we so paid and it be like that I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a gat yeah
Chorus: Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2 O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cause I ball hard No bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman And I am J-R-Ra
Hook: Yeah Only sippin' red champange White Tee, Red Hat, Red Bandana Uptown choppers for companion Fuckin' with the Birdman choppin' your companion Fuckin' with my son we run up in your mansion Chopper make music...Bitch start dancin' Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3 no advances All my cars automative automatic No lie...We don't even drive no askin' Uptown we packin' and we stackin' Young money Cash money we the champions
Chorus: Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2 O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cause I ball hard No bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman And I am J-R-Ra Geedi!! |