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

get another drink, let the know
every single bottle, finna spend a lotta dough
I don't even know what I'm to drink next,
make a choice eenie, meenie, miney, mo! (OHHH)
now we sippin' little Don
(?) 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 bottom up
you can get up in the trunk, maybe,
then I 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, everybody fall on the
King Kong, what ya dun know when I come
I'mma it to ya, n-ggas gon hate it
How it, evaporate around
see the way I do, disintegrated
what I do, I'mma never do it wrong
then i hit you with the bang and I hit you with the
back another track
every n-gga black when I hit ya, Trey Songz
Songz.

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

1: Trey Songz]
You know what it is girl, we up in this thang
Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a bank
me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha thank
If I go get bottles, we go alcohol insane
Callin' all the girls, do you me?
All the world, city to city
Cheers to the girls, throw a 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: Trey
up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles, but a ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw hands up
Tell security we to tear 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, 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 alcohol
Callin' all the girls, do you me?
All around the world, city to
Cheers to the girls, 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

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

Bottoms up, 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)

[Nicki
Yo, could I get that
I get that Remmy?
Could I get Coke?
Could I get Henny?
I get that margarita 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 Benz? to the Benz!
right yeah, weed to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute Imma 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 such a lady
I rep Money
You know Slim,
And we be doin' donuts we wavin' the .380
We give a money to the babies out in Haiti
all around the world,
Do you hear me? Do you like my
Anna
Rest in to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, so explosive
Say hi to Mary, and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my

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

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