| My section in the club, Remy, Rose
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| When you’re all ready say go, okay
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| Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
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| Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
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| You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
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| Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga
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| Pop a bottle, make that thing go bow
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| Let her drink it till she drown
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| Let a girl go wild, pop a bottle
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| Bow, bow, bow…
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| Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss
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| Watch you gettin' money make it rain buy a bottle
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| Pop a cork, dork
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| If I may retort
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| I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before
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| I pop bottles but I don’t pour
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| Save the glass for guys, we ballin' on a budget
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| Fuck it, let your glasses rise
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| I’m straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised
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| Ask any hoe who know me, all I do is smash and ride
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| Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes
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| Ain’t no subtraction, only cash to divide
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| We gettin' money, bank roll, supersized
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| Whether rain, sleet, sunny
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| Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming
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| Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa
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| I heard you talk bout other niggas
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| Them other nigga no matter
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| The tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka
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| Me and Weezy run this shit so bring me one soda and vodka
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| And a Fiji for my nigga 'cause the police probably watching
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| Man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option
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| We be sunning all these niggas, put there ass up for adoption
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| And we start with straight shots, that get the bottle poppin'
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| We be working all night, telethon shit
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| Roll a super skinny one chanel iman shit
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| Oh, that’s that fire, that have you calm shit
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| You with a lot of dudes, that’s that Elton John shit
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| Ah, to each his own, I like a freak that’s grown
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| I like a bad bitch from a decent home
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| Me and Tip, that’s that pimpin' that we preachin' on
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| And everybody tryna listen nigga, speakerphone
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| I know the sucker wish the judge threw the book at me
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| 'cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me
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| Everything brand new, you get money like who?
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| Spent 150 on my car and my Audemar too
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| When I walk up in the spot, ain’t nobody saw you
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| They see me like «There he go»
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| Look at you like «Ah, who?»
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| Bought every bottle at the bar
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| Shortie you know how I do
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| I take em all across your, I ain’t finna argue
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| Still big shit poppin, nothing changed but my clothes
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| Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll
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| Tell the bitch I take you places where your man can’t go
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| Can’t be, he ain’t doing shit, if he ain’t me
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| Can’t you see the difference between us when I walking to the door
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| Your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go
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| Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low
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| Fifty stack, I’mma show you how to ball, triple that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Poppin Bottles , by - Drake. Song from the album Lord Knows, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп