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Wiz Khalifa

Bottle Poppers

 

Bottle Poppers

(album: 2009 - 2019)


[Curren$y:]
DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
A lot of motherfuckers be in the studio stressed 'cause they lying
It's tough to make up lies, nigga, this our life
East Side on mine
Just like every time
L, L
Interior like white wine
We don't wear jeans in here

Sliding in my sweats, these was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club taking pictures with bottles, not even popping 'em
Handing 'em back to your big dawgs and now you just watching 'em
This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Uh, can't hang if you don't swang
My gang do anything, I came to bring the pain
My strain is self-explained, you lame
And can't get it off of you yet
I toss up the set, bosses only, come correct
Horses in my bet
Porsches growling loud, big money portions
You made it off the porch, I let nature run its course
Play the game hard as a sport, we up and down the court
In the field, shit is real, houses in the hill
Hundred dollar bills falling out the sky, keep the liquor chill
Chrome grills, insides clean, that's just how we live
Quick to make the paper appear
Got your chick putting up silverware
Keeping that weed smoke up in the air

These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club taking pictures with bottles and never popping 'em
Handing 'em back to your big dawg, now you just watching 'em
This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim

And you can tell which car's mine
Cabriolet and Italian design, interior white wine

I don't wear jeans in here, I'm sliding in my sweats
These was fifteen hundred, nigga, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club taking pictures with bottles, not even popping
Handing 'em back to your big dawg, now you just sitting, watching
This that fly doctrine
Take pictures like my Compton uncles, now they think I gang bang
Fool, I just be low riding
Everywhere I go, for sure, I bring that East Side in
Always outside riding while them other crews hiding
Got magenta tinted diamonds, my Rolex winding
First class seat reclining, whack ass rapper feature declining, I am

These sweats was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club taking pictures with bottles, not even popping
Handing 'em back to your big dawg, now you sitting, watching
This that fly doctrine, Andretti and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim

Yeah, that's them
They gon' let us in
Got KK and Andretti in these joints
These motherfucking joints is like
We smoking like three hundred dollar joints basically at this point
I don't know if you ever had a three hundred dollar joint
You hanging 'round the wrong folks

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