Poppin Bottles lyrics

by

Uncle Murda


[Intro:]
Yea, pop that bottle my n*gga
Yo pass that dust my n*gga
f*ck that, let's light this sh*t up
Put your ice on my n*gga you look good
Watch out for them stick up kids though
(haha haha ha ha)
sh*t's going down, ya dig?
Yea

[Hook: Uncle Murda]
Popping the bottles, sight of dust (puff puff pass)
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*tches all over you
When you leave the club, sh*t 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*tch he was dancing with?
Guess you up on some you was looking handsome sh*t
And now they got you on some real and some sh*t
You gon die if you don't motherf*ckin' answer sh*t
A pretty b*tch is the jack boy girlfriend
I see money and b*tches that make your world end
[Hook: Uncle Murda]
Popping the bottles, sight of dust (puff puff pass)
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*tches, n*ggas the clap though
You connected over the map though
n*ggas in the hood know that you being getting crack though
You want that label, you boss n*gga
You can put 'em on or get 'em off n*gga (okay)
You can sell 'em hard or sell 'em soft n*gga
The first minute you slip, you off n*gga
The corpse n*gga
Would 'bout six feet deep or popping bottles in the hood spot
Coming through with a good chain, good watch
sh*t 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 pass)
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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