Busta Rhymes "Bottoms Up Remix" |
If you Mr Steal your girl, you know Bussa Buss is Mr Smash Anybody's record remix remix Ay yo Trey, let me get 'em, Now look Everybody know that when I step up in the building and I'm doin' what I'm doin' I be crowdin' up the block, cuttin' up and killin' 'em, f-ckin up the buildin' gettin' to the bar and buy a couple bottles of ciroc bottles of 'Tron, bottles of the Grand Ma yeah couple bottles of the Yac, bottles of the Rose throw another couple shots back throw another back, bring another couple of them models, okay K! get another drink, let the waiter know tell every single bottle, finna spend a lotta dough I don't even know what I'm bout to drink next, gotta make a choice eenie, meenie, miney, mo! (OHHH) now we sippin' little Don Julio shawty (?) big, hot up in the booty-oh! pop pop get it get it money when you feelin' (? ) probably give it to you in the studio now we in the cut, better put ya bottle up mami got a little strut, baby, baby pour a little in the cup get ya little bottom up you can get up in the trunk, maybe, maybe then I come in and I give it to you raw baby girl go ahead, wriggle to the floor beat bang til you can't take it anymore while I make you drunk, everybody fall on the floor King Kong, what ya dun know when I come through I'mma give it to ya, n-ggas gon hate it How it, evaporate everything around see the way I do, everything disintegrated what I do, I'mma never never do it wrong then i hit you with the bang and I hit you with the bong back murderin' another track every n-gga better black when I hit ya, Trey Songz Trey Songz. [Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya 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 ya hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up) [Verse 1: Trey Songz] You know what it is girl, we back up in this thang Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walkin' bank Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha thank If I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane Callin' all the girls, do you hear me? All around the world, city to city Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride Gettin' loose in the ride Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side [Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya 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 ya hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up) [Verse 2: Trey Songz] My vision's blurred, my words slurred Its jam packed, a million girls And I ain't tryin to lead em We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero Callin' all the girls, do you hear me? All around the world, city to city Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride Gettin' loose in the ride Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side [Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup Trey Songz Bottoms Up 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 ya hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up) [Nicki Minaj] Yo, could I get that 'Tron? Could I get that Remmy? Could I get that Coke? Could I get that Henny? Could I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks? Could I get that salt all around that rim rim rim rim? Trey, I was like "Yo Trey" Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rose'? Okay, lets get it now I'm with a bad bitch he's with his friends I don't say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz" Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz! Muhfuckin right yeah, weed to the 10 If a bitch try to get cute Imma sock her Throw a lotta money at her then yell fucka, fucka, fucka, Then yell fucka. Then Imma go get my Louisville Slugger Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady I rep Young Money You know Slim, Baby? And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' the .380 We give a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti Yellin all around the world, Do you hear me? Do you like my body? Anna Nicki Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith Yes, my dear, you're so explosive Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph Now bottoms up and double my dosage [Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya 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 ya hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up) Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |