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


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

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

[Chorus: Songz]
up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't
up, bottoms up, throw 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, ya hands up
up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)

[Verse 1: Trey
You know what it is girl, we back up in this
Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a bank
Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha
If I go get bottles, we go alcohol insane
all the girls, do you hear me?
All the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the
loose in the ride
Hatin' ass you can move 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 enough
up, bottoms up, throw your hands up
Tell security we to tear this club up
up, bottoms up, pocket full of green
Girl, you I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up, ya hands up
up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up)

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

[Chorus: Songz]
up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Trey Bottoms Up
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, full of green
Girl, you know I the way you shake it in them jeans
up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, up (up, up)

[Nicki
Yo, I get that 'Tron?
I get that Remmy?
Could I get Coke?
Could I get Henny?
Could I get that on the rock rock rocks?
Could I get salt all around 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"
Keys to the Keys to the Benz!
Muhfuckin yeah, weed to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute Imma her
Throw a lotta money at her then fucka, fucka, fucka,
yell fucka.
Then Imma go get my Louisville
me, I'm sorry, I'm really such 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 my body?
Nicki
Rest in to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you're so
Say hi to Mary, Mary and
Now bottoms up and double my

[Chorus: Songz]
up, bottoms 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
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, bottoms up, up (up, up)

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