Let the Bottles Keep Poppin

I can feel the bass
Straight through the ceiling
The za got me feelin
That
Backstroke feelin
That
Backstroke feelin
Don't talk to me nigga
I'm too faded
Too jaded
To speak
Hol up
I'm too shaded
Crossed at the peak
At the peak
At the peak
At the peak

The models keep droppin it
While I'm too faded
And the bottles keep poppin
While I'm too faded
While I'm too faded
While I'm too faded
The models keep droppin it
While I'm too faded
And the bottles keep poppin
While I'm too faded

Call my whip black canary
with a bad bitch in the passenger
Who look like Halle Berry
She know I'm a good time
She know I got smoke
And it's fuck the world
whether I'm high
Whether I'm not
I sit back and let her pop it for a real nigga just one time
The next pop had her candy flippin on loves highs
Her personality only come in freak
It's the fifth time that she came to fuck this week

And the models keep droppin it
While I'm too faded
And the bottles keep poppin
While I'm too faded



Credits
Writer(s): Quaylin Mcmurray
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