Feedback

Birdman - Pop Bottles Lyrics

Birdman Pop Bottles lyrics is the 13th song on the album "5 * Stunna" by Birdman.
To play the "Pop Bottles video" click the thumbnail on the right. The song lyrics for "Pop Bottles" by Birdman are displayed below.
Don't forget to click the play button and listen to the music while reading the lyrics!


[Chorus:]

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yea)

Flirt with the hood rats thin pop models (uh huh)

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yea)

Flirt with the hood rats thin pop models

[Birdman] OK we poppin champagne like we won a championship game

[Lil Wayne] Look like I got on a championship ring

[Birdman] 'cause I ball hard

[Lil Wayne] No bitch we ball harder

[Birdman] I am the Birdman

[Lil Wayne] And I'm the J-R-uh

 

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

OK start with straight shots and then pop bottles

Pour it on the models

Shut up bitch swallow

If you can't swallow

Shut up bitch gargle

Straight up out that water with my Mark Jacob goggles

I'm fresher than a motherfucker

Yeah I'm a motherfucker

No I won't take your girl but I shall take her tongue from her

Can't you tell I'm in love woman?

Like no other woman

Oh I'm sorry sweetheart

I thought you were my other woman

Lyrics provided by http://www.kovideo.net/

Source - http://www.kovideo.net/pop-bottles-lyrics-birdman-188893.html

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 2: Birdman]

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 sitting in the cell

To sitting on a jet

From shitting in the cell

To shitting 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

Junior is the best (shawty)

So many niggas from my hood on they back

So many niggas from your hood on they back

That's why we so paid and it be like that

I'd rather pop a bottle

Before I pop a gat

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 3: Birdman]

Yea only sipping red champagne

White-T red hat red bandanna

Uptown choppers fuck companions

Fuck with the Birdman we chopping your companion

Fucking with my son and we run up on your mansion

Chopper make music bitch start dancing

Stunner-man's back so you know the circumstances

And I'm cooking up Tha Carter 3 no advances

All my cars all the latest automatics

No lie we don't even drive no asking

Uptown we packing and we stacking

Young Money Cash Money we the champions

 

[Chorus]

Correct/Submit this lyric

You are viewing Pop Bottles lyrics performed by Birdman. The song lyrics for Pop Bottles in KOvideo are property of respective authors, artists and labels. If you want to use these lyrics, please contact the authors, artists or labs. If you like the sound of Pop Bottles, please buy the track using the iTunes/Amazon links above to support Birdman.

Pop Bottles Song Lyrics Meanings

Be the first to comment and win valuable reputation points!

Leave a Reply Login/Register

Birdman Popular Lyrics

Friend us on Google Plus

Songs From The Album

Birdman Related artists