All day straight up Wait up I can see you in front of me Aint nun you can do when I'm stunting G After all I ball and I kick back like a putter G Special honor no rewards & I have em on to me You came to battle You need a sword To step with me Lord I can be so mysterious Out the blue in2 the number 3 that's high power I think 12 on to this Tell 12 it take 2 steps just to get away with this You can't take it like a cold shower I made a way for this took some cold hours My life aint ours Get Ak for the cowards Gas station for the ones who be on the road different hours Locked up the code you'll never know Who believes in this shower Forever ill show cuzz you see this shit Its ours and it glow call it maze powder It's obvious very important that you move it carefully get it there make it clear feel it threw your life like its never fair Dear God I wanna pop bottles like Frank On the biggest ship floating on the air Im with the winning team Taking dips like a rocking chair Championship ring and I am the bull Welcome to the pit do you get the picture You can't run or hide from shit... So many bottles popped its yo celebration you forgot yo shit was celebrated...turn #it
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instrumentals4All - Poppin Bottles - T.I. Feat Drake [Produced By Tyler Williams T-Minus] [Year: 2010] [Album: No Mercy]
I Remember This Song - Instrumentals4All - Poppin Bottles - Troubleman31 Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. Feat Aubrey Graham Drake [Produced By Tyler Williams T-Minus] [Year: 2010] [Album: No Mercy]
do it for my city do it for my team what u kno about 36 ounces on the triple beam my shit see through lookin window clean loaded up the white owl with cali greens back to back like LeBron '12 and '13
Blew up in no time like, tick tick boom, No drugs in the club imma slip shit through, Came hard on a bitch and my dick did too, Theres a whole lotta shit im addicted to.
Committed I mean like all the way even tho it's easy 4 them 2 throw ya boy away shyt ain't right and ik it so I can't turn away bruh he dnt even b trippin man he uh turn the page
popping bottles y- y-yes We popping bottles Hoppin out with crew And we all look like sum models I’m the problem starter and we all look like Sum trouble called me two Timing Cause I am on the double Kanna on the hustle Kanna never fumble never trip ever yes Kanna never stumble imma bout to Trimble Because I’m moving Faster Kanna cannot not move Because she feeling plastered I’m not a rapper Im a just a show off i am not a Minnie I am Mickey take my bow off I’m about to float off the yatch Apple vinegar in my shot i don’t fake it that’s not hot I’m the the kettle I’m the pot Oh wait look took your spot I’m astounding you are not Im a hit your a flop Miss your Dropped I’m a not Average told fix my toes Pack my luggages Im the next Im the scientist Laboratory
Aye 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' couch, Rick James nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a bottle 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, super sized Whether rain, sleet, sunny Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming My section in the club, Remy, Rose When you're all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a bottle Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa I heard you talk bout other niggas Them other niggas no matter The tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka Me and Weezy run this bitch so bring me one soda and vodka And a fiji for my nigga cause the police probably watching Man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option We be soning all these niggas, put there 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 Ooh, that's that fire, that's that have you calm shit You with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit Ah, 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 My section in the club, Remy, Rose When you're all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a bottle 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 one fifty 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 "ah who?" Bought every bottle at the bar Shorty you know how I do I take 'em all across your, I ain't 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 ain't doing shit, if he ain't me Cant 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 wallet low Fifty stack, I'ma show you how to ball, triple that My section in the club, Remy, Rose When you're all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go boaw! Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon' wild, pop a bott
Imma ask you again who do you love is it your homies or them off brand drugs Personally I respect your decision but imma go home and show my homies some love This life is a maze it drives me insane If you don’t want your back you gun get in a craze Seeking a crew is on my must do Without some in my life I’m expected to lose That ain’t my desire believe me I ain’t no liar If I wanted to lose I wouldn’t have hit my alarms snooze Instead of that I wake up at 8, wondering why I went to bed last night so late Going to the mirror I remember why I had to kill all these fools that were telling me lies
Watching views Talking tunes Music Still the reason I'm here Bout to put a Grammy in her ear Cut one off for the collectors Tell them vangogh missed And the museum location owed to cosmic forces
