Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y - Bottle Poppers lyrics

[Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y - Bottle Poppers lyrics]

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

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

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 it's 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

These sweats was fifteen hundred
You ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with
Bottles and never poppin' 'em
Handin' 'em back to your big dawg
Now you just watchin' '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 slidin' in my sweats
These was fifteen hundred, nigga
You ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles
Not even poppin'
Handin' 'em back to your big
Dawg, now you just sittin', watchin'
This that fly doctrine
Take pictures like my Compton uncles
Now they think I gang bang
Fool, I just be low ridin'
Everywhere I go, for sure
I bring that East Side in
Always outside ridin' while them
Other crews hidin'
Got magenta tinted diamonds, my Rolex windin'
First class seat reclinin', whack
Ass rapper feature declinin', i am

These sweats was fifteen hundred
You ain't got fifteen dollars
In the club takin' pictures with bottles
Not even poppin'
Handin' 'em back to your big
Dawg, now you sittin', watchin'
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 motherfuckin' joints is like
We smokin' like three hundred dollar
Joints basically at this point
I don't know if you ever had
A three hundred dollar joint
You hangin' 'round the wrong folks

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