Birdman - Pop Bottles (featuring Lil Wayne) Lyrics

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Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles, (yea)
Flirt with the hood rats thin pop models (uh huh)
Chopper straight shots and then pop bottles (yea)
Flirt with the hood rats thin pop models

(Birdman) OK, we poppin champaign like we won a championship game

(Lil Wayne) Look like I got on a championship ring

(Birdman) 'cause I ball hard

(Lil Wayne) No b**ch we ball harder

(Birdman) I am the Birdman

(Lil Wayne) And I'm the J-R-uh

(Verse 1 Lil Wayne)

OK, start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Pour it on the models
Shut up b**ch, swallow
If you can't swallow

Shut up b**ch, gargle
Straight up out that water with my Mark Jacob goggles
I'm fresher than a motherf**ker
Yeah I'm a motherf**ker

No I won't take your girl, but I shall take her tongue from her
Can't you tell I'm in love woman
Like no other woman
Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart
I thought you we're my other woman


(Verse 2 Birdman)

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 sitting in the cel

To sitting on a jet
From shitting in the cell
To shitting 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
Junior is the best (shawty)
So many n***as from my hood on they back

So many n***as from your hood on they back
That's why we so paid and it be like that

I'd rather pop a bottle
Before I pop a gat


(Verse 3 Birdman)

Yea, only sipping red champaign
White-T, red hat, red bandanna
Uptown, choppers f**k companions
F**k with the Birdman we chopping your companion

F**king with my son, and we run up on your mansion
Chopper make music, b**ch start dancing
Stunner-man's back so you know the circumstances
And I'm cooking up Tha Carter 3, no advances

All my cars, all the latest automatics
No lie, we don't even drive no asking
Uptown, we packing and we stacking
Young Money, Cash Money we the champions


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