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Bottle Poppers - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y
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Bottle Poppers Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

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Bottle Poppers - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y
[Intro: Curren$y]
DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
A lot of motherfuckers be in the studio stressed 'cause they lyin'
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

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Slidin' in my sweats, these was fifteen hundred, you ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles, not even poppin' 'em
Handin' 'em back to your big dawgs and now you just watchin' 'em
This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim

[Verse 1: 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 growlin' 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 fallin' 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 puttin' up silverware
Keepin' that weed smoke up in the air
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