Текст песни Pop Bottles - Birdman feat. Lil Wayne
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
(ya)
brrr
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
(uh-huh)
believe
that
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
(ya)
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
Okay
we
poppin'
champagne
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'm
the
J.R-ah)
Okay
start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
Pour
it
on
the
models,
"shut
up
bitch,
swallow!"
If
you
can't
swallow,
shut
up
bitch
gargle
Straight
up
out
that
water
with
my
Marc
Jacobs
goggles
Fresher
than
a
muh'fucker,
yep
I'm
a
muh'fucker
No
I
won't
take
your
girl,
but
I'll
sure
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
were
my
other
woman
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
(ya)
brrr
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
(uh-huh)
believe
that
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
(ya)
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
Okay
we
poppin'
champagne
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'm
the
J.R-ah)
As
I
recline
behind
my
desk
I
ain't
got
a
lot
of
Nikes
but
I
got
a
lot
of
checks
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,
but
I
ain't
make
enough
yet
So
I
scratched
and,
yes,
Jr.
is
the
best
So
many
niggas
from
my
hood
on
they
back
So
many
niggas
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
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
(ya)
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
(well
uh-huh)
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
(ya)
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
Okay
we
poppin'
champagne
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'm
the
J.R-ah)
Yeah
only
sipping
red
champagne
White
tee
red
hat
red
bandanna
Uptown,
choppers
for
companions
Fuckin'
with
the
Birdman
then
we
fuck
up
your
companion
Fuckin'
with
my
son
and
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
automated,
automatic
No
lie
we
don't
even
drive
no
Astons
Uptown
we
packin'
and
we
stackin'
Young
Money,
Cash
Money
we
the
champions
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
(ya)
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
(uh-huh)
Start
with
straight
shots
and
then
pop
bottles
(ya)
Flirt
wit
the
hood
rats
then
pop
models
Okay
we
poppin'
champagne
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'm
the
J.R-ah)
1 Intro
2 Fully Loaded
3 I Run This
4 I Run This
5 The Money "So Fresh"
6 Interlude "the Old Man" #1
7 100 Million
8 Believe Dat
9 Believe Dat
10 Wet Paint
11 Grind
12 All the Time
13 Interlude "the Old Man" #2
14 Head Busta
15 Pop Bottles
16 Pop Bottles
17 Love My Hood
18 I'm a Stunna
19 Interlude - "The Old Man" #3
20 Make Way
21 So Tired
22 So Tired
23 Outro
24 We Gangsta
25 Bossy
26 R.I.P.
27 S On My Chest
28 S On My Chest
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