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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
gettin' to the bar and buy a couple bottles of
bottles of 'Tron, bottles of the Ma yeah
couple of the Yac,
of the Rose
throw couple shots back
throw back, bring another couple of them models, okay K!

get another drink, let the know
every single bottle, finna spend a lotta dough
I don't even know 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 when you feelin' (?) probably give it to you in the studio
now we in the cut, better put ya up
mami got a strut, baby, baby
pour a in the cup
get ya bottom 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
beat bang til you can't it anymore
while I make you drunk, everybody fall on the
King Kong, what ya dun know I come through
I'mma give it to ya, n-ggas gon it
How it, evaporate everything
see the way I do, disintegrated
what I do, I'mma never do it wrong
then i hit you the bang and I hit you with the bong
back another track
every n-gga better black when I hit ya, Trey
Songz.

[Chorus: Trey
Bottoms up, up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw 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)

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

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

[Verse 2: Trey
My vision's blurred, my slurred
Its jam packed, a girls
And I ain't tryin to em
We drunk so let me be your alcohol
Callin' all the girls, do you me?
All around the world, city to
Cheers to the girls, throw a to the guys
Now I got a and a goose in the ride
Gettin' in the ride
ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side

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

Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of
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)

[Nicki
Yo, I get that 'Tron?
Could I get that
I get that Coke?
Could I get that
I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks?
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 he's his friends
I say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz"
Keys to the Benz? to the Benz!
Muhfuckin yeah, weed to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute Imma her
a lotta money at her then yell fucka, fucka, fucka,
Then fucka.
Then Imma go get my Slugger
Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really a lady
I rep Money
You Slim, Baby?
And we be doin' donuts 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 to Anna Nicole 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 bottles, but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, 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, up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, up, bottoms up (up, up)

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