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 up in the building and I'm doin' what I'm doin' I be crowdin' up the block,
cuttin' up and 'em, f-ckin up the buildin'
gettin' to the bar and buy a couple of ciroc
of 'Tron, bottles of the Grand Ma yeah
couple of the Yac,
bottles of the
another couple shots back
throw another back, bring another of them models, okay K!

get another drink, let the waiter
tell every single bottle, spend a lotta dough
I don't know what I'm bout to drink next,
gotta a choice 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 (?) probably give it to you in the studio
now we in the cut, put ya bottle up
mami got a little strut, 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
baby go ahead, wriggle to the floor
bang til you can't take it anymore
while I make you drunk, everybody on the floor
King Kong, what ya dun know when I come
give it to ya, n-ggas gon hate it
How it, evaporate everything
see the way I do, everything
what I do, I'mma never never do it
then i hit you the bang and I hit you with the bong
back murderin' track
every n-gga black when I hit ya, Trey Songz
Songz.

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

[Verse 1: Trey
You know what it is girl, we back up in thang
stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walkin' bank
Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha
If I go get these bottles, we go 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 chicken and a in the ride
Gettin' in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the move to the to the side

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

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

[Chorus: Songz]
up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Trey Songz Up
Got a bottles, but a couple ain't enough
up, bottoms up, throw your 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 shake it in them
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ya hands up
Bottoms up, up, bottoms up (up, up)

[Nicki
Yo, could I get that
Could I get Remmy?
I get that Coke?
Could I get Henny?
Could I get that margarita on the rock rocks?
Could I get that salt all that rim rim rim rim?
Trey, I was "Yo Trey"
Do you think you buy me a bottle of Rose'?
Okay, get it now
I'm with a bad bitch he's with his
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 Imma go get my Louisville
Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a
I rep Young
You know Slim,
And we be donuts while we wavin' the .380
We give a lotta money to the babies out in
Yellin all the world,
Do you me? Do you like my body?
Nicki
Rest in peace to Anna Smith
Yes, my dear, so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and
Now up and double my dosage

Trey Songz]
Bottoms up, up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, your hands up
Tell security we bout to tear club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of
Girl, you know I the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up (up, up)

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