Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up Remix

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


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, f-ckin up the
to the bar and buy a couple bottles of ciroc
bottles of 'Tron, bottles of the Ma yeah
couple of the Yac,
bottles of the
throw another couple shots
throw back, bring another couple of them models, okay K!

get another drink, let the know
tell single bottle, finna spend a lotta dough
I don't 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 when you feelin' (?) probably give 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 bottom up
you can get up in the trunk, maybe,
I come in and I give it to you raw
baby girl go ahead, wriggle to the
beat til you can't take it anymore
while I make you drunk, fall on the floor
King Kong, what ya dun know I come through
I'mma give it to ya, gon hate it
How it, evaporate everything
see the way I do, disintegrated
what I do, never never do it wrong
then i hit you with the and I hit you with the bong
back another track
every better black when I hit ya, Trey Songz
Songz.

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

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

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

[Verse 2: Trey
My blurred, my words slurred
Its jam packed, a girls
And I ain't to lead em
We drunk so let me be your 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 chicken and a goose in the
Gettin' in the ride
Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the to the side

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

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

Minaj]
Yo, could I get 'Tron?
I get that Remmy?
Could I get Coke?
I get that Henny?
Could I get that margarita on the rock rock
Could I get that salt all around that rim rim rim
Trey, I was "Yo Trey"
Do you you could buy me a bottle of Rose'?
Okay, get it now
I'm with a bad bitch with his friends
I say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz"
to the Benz? Keys to the Benz!
Muhfuckin yeah, weed to the 10
If a try to get cute Imma sock her
Throw a lotta money at her then fucka, fucka, fucka,
Then fucka.
Then go get my Louisville Slugger
Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a
I rep Young
You know Slim,
And we be doin' while we wavin' the .380
We a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti
all around the world,
Do you hear me? Do you like my
Nicki
Rest in peace to Anna Smith
Yes, my dear, so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and
Now bottoms up and double my

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

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