Gilbere Forte

Gilbere Forte - Poppin Bottles lyrics

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ft. Get Busy Committee
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
She said she wanna be a baller
I'ma fucking call her, 
Shots in the bed, call me sergeant slaughter
All the bad bitches be the old niggers' daughters
Â…play no games, so I don't play with callers
Man fuck your Â… my pussy don't cost a dollar
And fuck them allegations, my kids don't talk to 
lawyers
Say you want pop goodÂ… I'm certain
Â…when you suck me in, with her hands all on my butt 
again
I'm like what trick I'm not in Â…
I'm like don't hold on, get farted on, cause you 
trespassing my Â… zone
Spitting tiger blood, Charlie Sheen, 
I like the way your place are pimp
Â…the way she counting my ears
I'm in the back seat, her Â… my feet up on thatÂ…
Â… I'm a cop Â…
So you know I got shit by the box load
In the club like I'm shopping thatÂ…
Prepare for war, but pray for peace
You might just find me in a fox hole
With a bad ass freakÂ…she be screamingÂ…when the glocks 
blow
I fuck that bitch in the club too, I fuck that bitch in 
the car
I'll fuck in front of you, I fuck her hard
Popping bottles, popping goose
Poop that roof back on that coop
Popping pills, popping seals, pop that pussy like I'm 
move
I'll drink everything you got, 
I'll steal every bitch your brought
Until you get kicked out the club
And start popping shots
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When I'm in the club I drink ace of spades bottles
Rose bottles, Â… bottles, all freeÂ…
Escobar Pablo, see me up in that Lambo
Shit ain't got no hand doors
Oh, oh, oh, that shit ain't go no hand doors
She said how you put them doors on?
I said bitch go read the manual
I dismantle Â… 
I'm dripping gold likeÂ…
Trying to make a move on that dance floor
Hundred grands in my Â…
What you bring your man for?
We doing this all day all night
That means your plans got cancelled
Slow flow, classic go, original
Â…these ladies know I gets the dough
Â… drop another stack for show
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles
When we drink we poppin bottles, popping bottles, 
poppin, poppin bottles.
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