- Wiz Khalifa Bottom Up 歌詞
- Wiz Khalifa
- Yeah
Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl...)
Leggo
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Two Ferraris parked outside
I call them Solange and Beyonce
Yellow bitches, Kelly Rowlands
Stole that line from Kanye
Stupid icy, stupid icy
Sharper than a pocket knife
All my bitches love me
Like Pac, I live a thug life
[?] with the champions
I hold it like a trophy
I'm trippin', lookin' at my ring
I start thinkin' of Kobe
I'm lookin' for a small-waist
Long hair star
I stole that line from Soulja Boy
I'm standin' on the bar
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Uh, hundred thousand dollars worth of champagne
Now you and your girl screamin' "Taylor Gang"
Diamonds in the man swingin' from my chain
Leave straight from the club, put you on a plane
Fly you different places, faces in my bankroll
Giant paper, so we drinkin' by the caseload
I think I'm Mr. T, rockin' all this gold
Or Eazy E, fuckin' all these hoes
And my outfit is Louis-that, Louis-this
Stay losin' bottle, count these lames out here losin' chicks
My weed disturb the peace, that's word to Ludacris
Get in Hollywood, now I need a clueless bitch
One who got a couple dollars, rock the newest shit
A fly nigga, ride with me, you'll be a stewardess
There'll be one in your hand if you ain't got a cup
Get you back to my crib, lil mama, then it's
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Hey, what's in your cup?
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Throw your hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up
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