Lyrics Bottle Poppers - Curren$y , Wiz Khalifa
DJ
Fresh,
DJ
Fresh,
DJ
Fresh
A
lot
of
motherfuckers
be
in
the
studio
stressed
'cause
they
lyin'
It's
tough
to
make
up
lies,
nigga,
this
our
life
East
Side
on
mine
Just
like
every
time
L,
L
Interior
like
white
wine
We
don't
wear
jeans
in
here
Slidin'
in
my
sweats,
these
was
fifteen
hundred,
you
ain't
got
fifteen
dollars
In
the
club
takin'
pictures
with
bottles,
not
even
poppin'
'em
Handin'
'em
back
to
your
big
dawgs
and
now
you
just
watchin'
'em
This
that
fly
doctrine,
me
and
my
Pittsburgh
partner,
Slim
Uh,
can't
hang
if
you
don't
swang
My
gang
do
anything,
I
came
to
bring
the
pain
My
strain
is
self-explained,
you
lame
And
can't
get
it
off
of
you
yet
I
toss
up
the
set,
bosses
only,
come
correct
Horses
in
my
bet
Porsches
growlin'
loud,
big
money
portions
You
made
it
off
the
porch,
I
let
nature
run
its
course
Play
the
game
hard
as
a
sport,
we
up
and
down
the
court
In
the
field,
shit
is
real,
houses
in
the
hill
Hunded
dollar
bills
fallin'
out
the
sky,
keep
the
liquor
chill
Chrome
grills,
insides
clean,
that's
just
how
we
live
Quick
to
make
the
paper
appear
Got
your
chick
puttin'
up
silverware
Keepin'
that
weed
smoke
up
in
the
air
These
sweats
was
fifteen
hundred,
you
ain't
got
fifteen
dollars
In
the
club
takin'
pictures
with
bottles
and
never
poppin'
'em
Handin'
'em
back
to
your
big
dawgs,
now
you
just
watchin'
'em
This
that
fly
doctrine,
me
and
my
Pittsburgh
partner,
Slim
And
you
can
tell
which
car's
mine
Cabriolet
and
Italian
design,
interior
white
wine
I
don't
wear
jeans
in
here,
I'm
slidin'
in
my
sweats
Slidin'
in
my
sweats,
these
was
fifteen
hundred,
you
ain't
got
fifteen
dollars
In
the
club
takin'
pictures
with
bottles,
not
even
poppin'
Handin'
'em
back
to
your
big
dawg,
now
you
just
sittin',
watchin'
This
that
fly
doctrine
Take
pictures
like
my
Compton
uncles,
now
they
think
I
gang
bang
Fool,
I
just
be
low
ridin'
Everywhere
I
go,
for
sure,
I
bring
that
East
Side
in
Always
outside
ridin'
while
them
other
crews
hidin'
Got
magenta
tinted
diamonds,
my
Rolex
whinin'
First
class
seat
reclinin',
whack
ass
rapper
feature
declinin',
I
am...
These
sweats
was
fifteen
hundred,
you
ain't
got
fifteen
dollars
In
the
club
takin'
pictures
with
bottles,
not
even
poppin'
'em
Handin'
'em
back
to
your
big
dawg,
now
you
sittin',
watchin'
This
that
fly
doctrine,
Andretti
and
my
Pittsburgh
partner,
Slim
Yeah,
that's
them
They
gon'
let
us
in
Got
KK
and
Andretti
in
these
joints
These
motherfuckin'
joints
is
like
We
smokin'
like
three
hundred
dollar
joints
basically
at
this
point
I
don't
know
if
you
ever
had
a
three
hundred
dollar
joint
You
hangin'
'round
the
wrong
folks
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