Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up Remix

If you Mr Steal your girl, you know Bussa Buss is Mr Smash Anybody's


Ay yo Trey, let me get 'em,
Now

Everybody know that when I step up in the building and I'm what I'm doin' I be crowdin' up the block,
cuttin' up and killin' 'em, up the buildin'
gettin' to the bar and buy a bottles of ciroc
bottles of 'Tron, bottles of the Ma yeah
bottles of the Yac,
of the Rose
throw another couple shots
throw back, bring another couple of them models, okay K!

get another drink, let the waiter
tell every bottle, finna spend a lotta dough
I even know what I'm bout to drink next,
gotta make a eenie, meenie, miney, mo! (OHHH)
now we little Don Julio
(?) big, hot up in the booty-oh!
pop pop get it get it money when you feelin' (?) probably it to you in the studio
now we in the cut, put ya bottle up
got a little strut, baby, baby
pour a in the cup
get ya little up
you can get up in the trunk, maybe,
then I come in and I it to you raw
girl go ahead, wriggle to the floor
beat bang til you can't it anymore
while I make you drunk, everybody on the floor
King Kong, what ya dun know I come through
I'mma give it to ya, gon hate it
How it, everything around
see the way I do, disintegrated
what I do, I'mma never never do it
i hit you with the bang and I hit you with the bong
back murderin' track
n-gga better black when I hit ya, Trey Songz
Songz.

[Chorus: Trey
Bottoms up, up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, up, throw your hands up
Tell security we bout to tear this up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya up
up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)

[Verse 1: Trey
You know it is girl, we back up in this thang
Money in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walkin' bank
Tell me whatcha drank, tell me thank
If I go get bottles, we go alcohol insane
all the girls, do you hear me?
All around the world, city to
to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Now I got a and a goose in the ride
Gettin' in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga you can to the move to the move to the side

Trey Songz]
Bottoms up, up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw hands up
Tell security we bout to tear club up
Bottoms up, up, pocket full of green
Girl, you I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up (up, up)

2: Trey Songz]
My vision's blurred, my words
Its jam packed, a million
And I tryin to lead em
We drunk so let me be alcohol hero
Callin' all the girls, do you me?
All the world, city to city
to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys
Now I got a and a goose in the ride
loose in the ride
Hatin ass nigga you can move to the to the move to the side

[Chorus: Songz]
up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Trey Songz Up
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your up
security we bout to tear this club up

Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in jeans
Bottoms up, up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, up, bottoms up (up, up)

[Nicki
Yo, could I get that
Could I get Remmy?
Could I get that
Could I get that
Could I get margarita on the rock rock rocks?
Could I get that all around that rim rim rim rim?
Trey, I was "Yo Trey"
Do you think you could buy me a bottle of
Okay, get it now
I'm a bad bitch he's with his friends
I say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz"
to the Benz? Keys to the Benz!
Muhfuckin right yeah, to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute sock her
a lotta money at her then yell fucka, fucka, fucka,
Then fucka.
Then Imma go get my Louisville
Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really a lady
I rep Money
You Slim, Baby?
And we be doin' donuts while we the .380
We a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin all the world,
Do you hear me? Do you like my
Anna
Rest in peace to Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you're so
Say hi to Mary, and Joseph
Now up and double my dosage

Trey Songz]
Bottoms up, up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your up
Tell we bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, up, pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in jeans
up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, up, bottoms up (up, up)

Bottoms up, up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up, Bottoms up