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(Trey Songz) Yeah!!! Come here!! Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's Mister Steal Yo Girl Oh-oh-oh-oh, it's Mister Steal Yo Girl Hey, girl, hey, girl, hey, girl, hey, girl, hey, girl.... now go! Bottoms up, bottoms up, let me see your cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up up up... bottoms up! You know what it is, girl, we back up in this thang Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walking bank Tell me what you drank, tell me what you think If I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane Callin' all the girls, do you hear me? All around the world, city to city Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride Gettin' loose in the ride Hatin' ass niggas, you can move to the-move to the-move to the side Bottoms up, bottoms up, let me see your cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up up up... bottoms up! My vision's blurred (come here!), my words slurred (come here!) It's jam packed (yeah!), a million girls And I ain't tryin' to leave though We drunk, so let me be your alcohol hero Callin' all the girls, do you hear me? (girl) All around the world, city to city (yeah!) Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride Gettin' loose in the ride Hatin' ass niggas, you can move to the-move to the-move to the side Bottoms up, bottoms up, let me see your cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up up up... bottoms up! (Nicki Minaj) Can I get that 'tron? Can I get that Remy? Could I get that Coke? Could I get that Henny? Could I get that margarita on the rock-rock-rock-rocks? Could I get salt all around that rim-rim-rim-rim? Trey? I was like, "Yo, Trey, do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rose?" Okay, let's get it now I'm with a bad bitch, he's with his friends I don't say "Hi", I say keys to the Benz Keys to the Benz, keys to the Benz Motherfuckin' right, yeah, weed to the 10 If a bitch try to get cute, I'm-a snuff her Throw a lotta money at her then yell, "fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Then yell, "fuck her!" Then I'ma go and get my Lousiville slugger! 'Scuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady I rep Young Money, you know Slim, baby? And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' the 380 We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti Yellin' "All around the world, do you hear me? Do you like my body, Anna Nicki?" Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith Yes, my dear, you're so explosive Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph Now bottoms up and double my dosage (Trey Songz) Bottoms up, bottoms up, let me see your cup Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans (Nicki: It's not that I'm drunk, I'm-I'm-I'm on that...) Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up (Nicki: I'm be...I'm good, I'm good!) Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up up up... bottoms up! (Nicki Minaj) Trigga Trey, Nicki M, let's do it! I I I I am Zolanski I am Roman Zolanski |