Pop Champagne lyrics
Ether boy
Hey, how we ball in the club I know u hate it Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it Oh, pop champagne Ohh, pop champagne Ohh, we pop champagne Ohh, we pop champagne We need more bottles tell ma hurry up Tell 'em Ron Browz here, hottest in America Gimme 16 bars and u know I'll tear it up Know it's me when u see the spur in ya area And she call me all night cause u can't get it up On my neck, on my wrist Everything is blitted up Drinkin' bottles of that Clique till I spit it up Only gettin' one life so u gotta live it up If you in the things I'm in Shawty we can be friends, hey Shawty we can be friends, hey But right now I wanna see u dance see u dance I wanna see u dance see u dance I wanna see u dance see u dance I wanna see u dance see u dance When I go to the deala you know I cop that Brand new Rolly and the roof drop back Came thru Harlem like the roof top back Money in the bank man u know I stop that, stop that stop that Now we trya get up in the club Tryna tell me no cus we rollin' wit the thugs, got money bitch So I flash a couple a dollars Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin' out da bottles But cha'll know the order Tell 'em 10 roses and a few cold waters, right Trolly trone and a couple of lemons, let's go Ten thousand dollas stuffed up in my denims, what else? Standin' on couches Couple of womens, ay baby We was ballin' hard It was just the 9th innin', it's early I told shawty we could be friends, yup And your friends could meet my friends, what else? We could do this on a weekend, on a weekday We could do this on the freeway Get it in the freak way Shit, we could get it on three way s Blackberry two ways Souped up cars on the thru way, yup We superstars, no Lupe We could do this like a duet Ya'll be the singers I'm the mic Let me deal it nice This was in the car While I was stoppin' at the light How we ball in the club I know u hate it Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it Oh, pop champagne Ohh, pop champagne Ohh, we pop champagne Ohh, we pop champagne Baby I wanna see you work See you dance Without no shirt, no Without those pants Pop champagne Ain't a damn thing change Spray it in the air Make it champagne rain, ha Buckets of ice Keep the champagne cool, cool Mommy got a body See that damn thing move But, it's no sex in the champagne room Says who? Baby I brake all rules, yea Bring it here And I brake off you She see me in VIP I wanna brake on crew (Face it) When she wit you she lyin' You bet she fake it When she wit me She like it She never fake it I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance How we ball in the club I know u hate it Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it Oh, pop champagne Ohh, pop champagne Ohh, we pop champagne Ohh, we pop champagne
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