Pop Champagne - Jim Jones
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Pop Champagne Lyrics
Ether boy
Hey, how we ball in the club I know u hate it
Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked
When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take itOh, pop champagne
Ohh, pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagneWe need more bottles tell ma hurry up
Tell 'em Ron Browz here, hottest in America
Gimme 16 bars and u know I'll tear it up
Know it's me when u see the spur in ya areaAnd she call me all night cause u can't get it up
On my neck, on my wrist
Everything is blitted up
Drinkin' bottles of that Clique till I spit it up
Only gettin' one life so u gotta live it upIf you in the things I'm in
Shawty we can be friends, hey
Shawty we can be friends, hey
But right nowI wanna see u dance see u dance
I wanna see u dance see u dance
I wanna see u dance see u dance
I wanna see u dance see u danceWhen I go to the deala you know I cop that
Brand new Rolly and the roof drop back
Came thru Harlem like the roof top back
Money in the bank man u know I stop that, stop that stop thatNow we trya get up in the club
Tryna tell me no cus we rollin' wit the thugs, got money bitch
So I flash a couple a dollars
Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin' out da bottlesBut cha'll know the order
Tell 'em 10 roses and a few cold waters, right
Trolly trone and a couple of lemons, let's go
Ten thousand dollas stuffed up in my denims, what else?Standin' on couches
Couple of womens, ay baby
We was ballin' hard
It was just the 9th innin', it's earlyI told shawty we could be friends, yup
And your friends could meet my friends, what else?
We could do this on a weekend, on a weekday
We could do this on the freeway
Get it in the freak way
Shit, we could get it on three way s
Blackberry two ways
Souped up cars on the thru way, yupWe superstars, no Lupe
We could do this like a duet
Ya'll be the singers I'm the mic
Let me deal it nice
This was in the car
While I was stoppin' at the lightHow we ball in the club I know u hate it
Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked
When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take itOh, pop champagne
Ohh, pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagneBaby I wanna see you work
See you dance
Without no shirt, no
Without those pantsPop champagne
Ain't a damn thing change
Spray it in the air
Make it champagne rain, haBuckets of ice
Keep the champagne cool, cool
Mommy got a body
See that damn thing moveBut, it's no sex in the champagne room
Says who?
Baby I brake all rules, yeaBring it here
And I brake off you
She see me in VIP
I wanna brake on crew
(Face it)When she wit you she lyin'
You bet she fake it
When she wit me
She like it
She never fake itI wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you dance
I wanna see you dance, see you danceHow we ball in the club I know u hate it
Mami dancin' on the floor I like she naked
When she layed up wit chu I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me
I ain't gotta take itOh, pop champagne
Ohh, pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne
Ohh, we pop champagne