birdman lil wayne – pop bottles lyrics
[intro: birdman (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)
cuz i ball hard (no b-tch we ball harder)
i am the birdman (and im the j.r.)
[verse: lil’ wayne]
okay start with straight shots and then pop bottles
pour it on the models, shut up b-tch swallow
if you cant swallow, shut up b-tch gargle
straight up out the water wit my mark jacob’s goggles
im fresher than a muf-cka, yea im a muf-cka
no i wouldn’t take ya girl but i should take her thong from her
could you tell i love woman, like no other woman
im sorry sweetheart, i thought you were my other woman
[hook: birdman (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)
cuz i ball hard (no b-tch we ball harder)
i am the birdman (and im the j.r.)
[verse: birdman]
now as i recline behind my desk
i aint got a lot of knifes but i got a lot of checks (money)
got my own shoe brand new on the set
went from sittin in a cell to sittin on a jet
from sh-ttin on a cell to sh-ttin on a jet
i lost too many friends but i won too many bets (too many bets)
i made too much money i aint made enough yet
so i scratch, and yes junior is the best (shawty)
so many nggaz from my hood on they back
so many n-gg-z from ya hood on they back
thats why we so paid and it be like that
i rather pop a bottle, befo i pop a gat
[hook: birdman (lil’ wayne)]
[verse: birdman]
yea, only sippin red champagne
white-tee red hat red bandana
uptown, chopper f-cks the pain
f-ckin wit the birdman we choppin yo propane
f-ckin wit my son man we run up in ya mansion
chopper make music, b-tch start dancin
stunna man back so you know the cirumstances
and im cookin up the carter 3 no advances (youngin)
all my cars automative automatic
no lie, we dont even drive no askin
uptown we packin and we stackin (believe that)
young money cash money we the champion
[hook: birdman (lil’ wayne)]
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