Styles P - Poppin Bottles lyrics

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Styles P - Poppin Bottles lyrics

[Intro:] Yea, pop that bottle my n***a Yo pa** that dust my n***a f** that, let's light this sh** up Put your ice on my n***a you look good Watch out for them stick up kids though (haha haha ha ha) sh**'s going down, ya dig? Yea [Hook: Uncle Murda] Popping the bottles, sight of dust (puff puff pa**) The club look dark light it up Pull out the ice bright it up But watch for the stick up kids right in the club Popping the bottles, sight of dust (hahaa!) The club look dark light it up Pull out the ice bright it up But watch for the stick up kids right in the club Whats'Up! [Verse 1: Styles P] Yea, ice over a hundred thousand You poppin' bottles and blowing loud You throwin' it up, you summer style LV everythin', brand new age belt Low homie sure it came with the safe belt Cause the jack boys, 'bout to make this ice melt Pretty b**hes all over you When you leave the club, sh** is all over for you They be stashed between the Benz and the Rover for you They ain't even get that drunk, they stay sober for you See that b**h he was dancing with? Guess you up on some you was looking handsome sh** And now they got you on some real and some sh** You gon die if you don't motherf**in' answer sh** A pretty b**h is the jack boy girlfriend I see money and b**hes that make your world end [Hook: Uncle Murda] Popping the bottles, sight of dust (puff puff pa**) The club look dark light it up Pull out the ice bright it up But watch for the stick up kids right in the club Popping the bottles, sight of dust (hahaa!) The club look dark light it up Pull out the ice bright it up But watch for the stick up kids right in the club Whats'Up! [Verse 2: Styles P] You need ring the bells, you get mad though Got the cars and the b**hes, n***as the clap though You connected over the map though n***as in the hood know that you being getting crack though You want that label, you boss n***a You can put 'em on or get 'em off n***a (okay) You can sell 'em hard or sell 'em soft n***a The first minute you slip, you off n***a The corpse n***a Would 'bout six feet deep or popping bottles in the hood spot Coming through with a good chain, good watch sh** you wore a goodie and a Glock in the G shop? Cause the B's pop? and the C's pop? I'm all good, it's the OG from D block Watch when you party and you shine on 'em Stick up kids with bodies and they got 9's on 'em [Hook: Uncle Murda] Popping the bottles, sight of dust (puff puff pa**) The club look dark light it up Pull out the ice bright it up But watch for the stick up kids right in the club Popping the bottles, sight of dust (hahaa!) The club look dark light it up Pull out the ice bright it up But watch for the stick up kids right in the club Whats'Up!

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