Pop Bottles

Album: Rebel Music (2013)
  • Pop pop pop bottles
    Pop bottles
    In the… in the… in the… in the club
    Pop pop pop bottles in the club

    Had a few hits now we changed the game
    Itch gets crazy when he gets to fame
    Different city every night but it’s all the same
    Everywhere I go people know my name
    Bring champagne, you could hold the glasses
    What we don’t drink, we spray to masses
    And if you can’t keep up your ass is useless
    ‘Cause all we do is

    Pop bottles, make it rain
    Every night it’s all the same
    Hit the club, hit the after-party, then we hit the plane
    Pop bottles, make it rain
    Every night it’s all the same
    Hit the club, hit the after-party, then we… then we… then we
    Big bad motherfucker

    Pop bottles, make it rain
    Every night it’s all the same
    Hit the club, hit the after-party, then we hit the plane
    Pop bottles, make it rain
    Every night it’s all the same
    Hit the club, hit the after-party, then we hit the plane

    Tom in the club like who that that?
    I’mma break it down, how you do that that?
    Couple ball shots, won’t you move that back?
    Skinny pockets on slow cuz the moola fat
    Big bad, we on top
    Live life like a green light, we don’t stop
    Grow our own tree, baby we got prop
    Yea, we got this club on lock

    The club is really velvet and I’m drinking something big
    Alright… big, alright…
    All these ladies come around, watch me break it down
    All night, all night

    Pop bottles, make it rain
    Every night it’s all the same
    Hit the club, hit the after-party, then we hit the plane
    Pop bottles, make it rain
    Every night it’s all the same
    Hit the club, hit the after-party, then we…

    Now put your hands in the sky if you wanna get drunk tonight
    And wave em side to side if you love the sound
    Now put your hands in the sky if you wanna get drunk tonight
    And wave em side to side if wanna get down

    The club is still jumping, jumping, jumping
    Say what? The music’s really bumpin bumpin bumpin
    Nobody’s scared of jumping jumping jumping

    Pop bottles, make it make it rain rain
    It’s all the same, every night is all the same
    Pop bottles, make it make it rain rain
    Every night is all the same
    Hit the club, hit the after-party then we then we then we then we
    Big bad motherfucker
    I bring it down like
    Let’s go!
    Go go go go go
    Go go go go go
    I bring it down like Writer/s: MARK ROSAS
    Publisher: Audiam, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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