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Artist/Band:
Birdman
Lyrics for Song: Pop Bottles
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Birdman
Chorus:
Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2
O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
Cause I ball hard
Notice we ball harder
I am the Birdman
And I am the J-R-Ra
Verse:
O.K.
Start with straight shots and then pop bottles
Pour it on the models...Shut up bitch swallow
If ya can't swallow...Shut up bitch gargle
Straight up out that water with my Mark Jacobs Goggles
I'm fresher then a Muh Fucker...Yeah I'm a Muh Fucker
No I won't take your girl
But I shall take her tongue from her
Could you tell I'm in love woman
Like no other woman
Oh I'm sorry sweetheart
I thought you were my other woman
Chorus:
Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2
O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
Cause I ball hard
No bitch we ball harder
I am the Birdman
And I am J-R-Ra
Verse:
Now as I recline behind my desk
I ain't got a lot of Nikes...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 shittin' in a cell
To shittin' on a jet
I lost too many friends
But I won too many bets
I made too much money
I ain't make enough yet
So I scratch and yes...Jr. is the best
So many n***** from my hood on they back
So many n***** from your hood on they back
Thats why we so paid and it be like that
I'd rather pop a bottle before I pop a gat yeah
Chorus:
Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2
O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
Cause I ball hard
No bitch we ball harder
I am the Birdman
And I am J-R-Ra
Hook:
Yeah
Only sippin' red champange
White Tee, Red Hat, Red Bandana
Uptown choppers for companion
Fuckin' with the Birdman choppin' your companion
Fuckin' with my son we run up in your mansion
Chopper make music...Bitch start dancin'
Stunna man back so you know the circumstances
And I'm cookin' up the Carter 3 no advances
All my cars automative automatic
No lie...We don't even drive no askin'
Uptown we packin' and we stackin'
Young money Cash money we the champions
Chorus:
Chomp with straight shots and then pop bottles
Flirt with the hoodrats then pop models x2
O.K. we poppin' champange like we won a championship game
Look like I got on a championship ring
Cause I ball hard
No bitch we ball harder
I am the Birdman
And I am J-R-Ra
Geedi!!
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Birdman
"Other Songs - Birdman"
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