| Drinks up in the air
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| To the sky, ain’t tellin' what going on tonight
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| Drinks up in the air
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| For the realest nigga livin' tonight
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| Damn keys, they goin'
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| They won’t turn up
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| Know all them bad bitches, they love me
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| Well them drinks is on us
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| They all can’t help it
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| Models, actresses and bottles
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| Bro, chillin' with my niggas
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| Models, actresses and bottles
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| It’s a celebration bitches
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| Throw 'em up if you’re a mission
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| Put your hands in the air
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| Wave 'em like you just don’t care
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| You went from rags to riches and I get it cause you on
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| Partyin' like you ain’t never had nothin'
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| Middle fingers in the sky for the haters
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| You ain’t never really been up on my level so don’t try to holla
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| When you see me ridin' out of Vegas, whew
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| Cause I be poppin' the bottles because I’ll be able
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| Just look at my table
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| There’s nothin' but models and nothin' but dollars
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| Lookin' at momma
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| She wanna holla, she wanna follow, she wanna swallow, whew
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| After the fee fee
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| I got insta plans, she wanna see me
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| I gain insta fans when I be me
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| I’m on Instagram in a GT
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| What? |
| That’s right
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| I’mma fuck with her for the night
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| I don’t give a fuck what you like
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| I’m up in the club but I’m right
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| Let her know that we are the family
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| We on the pedigree, we are celebrities
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| And you know I’m smokin' weed and I’m ready
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| Like I be at the Grammys, the party is heavy
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| And I got the fetti
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| And I’m off a Xanny and she got the panties
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| Drinks up in the air
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| To the sky, ain’t tellin' what going on tonight
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| Drinks up in the air
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| For the realest nigga livin' tonight
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| Damn keys, they goin'
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| They won’t turn up
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| Know all them bad bitches, they love me
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| Well them drinks is on us
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| They all can’t help it
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| Models, actresses and bottles
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| Bro, chillin' with my niggas
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| Models, actresses and bottles
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| Okay I walk up in the club, I be fresh to death
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| All black, dressed to kill
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| Bumpin' on my hip? |
| Baby that’s the steel
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| Bitches so I keep that concealed
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| And that .45 got a lotta kickback
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| When it go click-clack
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| Make a nigga get back
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| Shawty in the red dress, make her ass clap
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| Take her to the back cause I’m tryna hit that
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| Lil chick wanna be a model, ay
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| Took her to the back, made her swallow
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| And I just bought 20 bottles
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| The Rosé got me goin' full throttle
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| She know a young nigga got a check, check, check
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| Condos sittin' on my neck, neck, neck
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| 25 racks sittin' in my right pocket
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| Some tight jeans, Bibby can’t dress like that
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| Wherever we go, hoes follow
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| I go be with killers and robbers
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| .40, filled up them hollows
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| We gon' clap like Apollo
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| On and on, can’t help it
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| All of these bitches, I share 'em
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| All of my niggas is thugs
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| Drinks up in the air
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| To the sky, ain’t tellin' what going on tonight
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| Drinks up in the air
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| For the realest nigga livin' tonight
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| Damn keys, they goin'
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| They won’t turn up
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| Know all them bad bitches, they love me
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| Well them drinks is on us
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| They all can’t help it
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| Models, actresses and bottles
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| Bro, chillin' with my niggas
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| Models, actresses and bottles |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Models & Bottles , by - Twista. Song from the album Livin Legend, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп