Trey Songz - Bottoms Up (NY Mix) lyrics

rate me

The NY Mix! Yeah

Come here

It's Mr. Steal your girl <i>[x2]</i>

If you Mr Steal your girl,

You know Bussa Buss is Mr Smash Anybody's record

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Aye what's in ya cup (remix)

Got a couple bottles

But a couple ain't enough

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw ya hands up (remix)

Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Pocket full of green (remix)

Girl you know I love the way you shakin in them jeans

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw yo hands up

Bottoms up <i>[x3]</i>

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>

Ay yo Trey, let me get 'em,

Now look

Everybody know that when I step up in the building and I'm doin' what I'm doin' I be crowdin' up the block,

Cuttin' up and killin' 'em, fuckin up the buildin'

Gettin' to the bar and buy a couple bottles of ciroc

Bottles of 'Tron, bottles of the Grand Ma yeah

Couple bottles of the Yac,

Bottles of the Rose

Throw another couple shots back

Throw another back, bring another couple of them models, okay K!

Get another drink, let the waiter know

Tell every single bottle, finna spend a lotta dough

I don't even know what I'm bout to drink next,

Gotta make a choice eenie, meenie, miney, mo! (OH)

Now we sippin' little Don Julio

Shawty <i>[?]</i> big, hot up in the booty-oh!

Pop pop get it get it money when you feelin'

<i>[?]</i> probably give it to you in the studio

Now we in the cut, better put ya bottle up

Mami got a little strut, baby, baby

Pour a little in the cup

Get ya little bottom up

You can get up in the trunk, maybe, maybe

Then I come in and I give it to you raw

Baby girl go ahead, wriggle to the floor

Beat bang til you can't take it anymore

While I make you drunk, everybody fall on the floor

King Kong, what ya dun know when I come through

I'm a give it to ya, niggas gon hate it

How it, evaporate everything around

See the way I do, everything disintegrated

What I do, I'm a never never do it wrong

Then I hit you with the bang and I hit you with the bong

Back murderin' another track

Every nigga better black when I hit ya, Trey Songz

Trey Songz.

<i>[Chorus: Trey Songz]</i>

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Ay what's in ya cup

Got a couple bottles

But a couple ain't enough

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw ya hands up

Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Pocket full of green

Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw yo hands up

Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms

<i>[Verse 2: Jae Millz]</i>

Now Go Go

Gimme That Gimme That Gimme That Coke Coke Coke So

It's Slow Mo When I Take That Branberry And Cram It This Close?

Trey Said Bottoms Up So Baby Raise Your Bottoms Up

And if You Walk Without A Cup allow Me Get You A Bottle Of What

Have You Desire For You And Them Girls Beside You (Spread The Love)

Raise A Toast For Being Bad Raise Them Higher

Young Money Swag Yea My Whole Crew Fly

I Don't Know Him But I Bet He Know I We Young Money Uptown

So pound ass nigga you can sit your ass sit your ass sit your ass down

Millz

<i>[Chorus: Trey Songz]</i>

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Ay what's in ya cup

Got a couple bottles

But a couple ain't enough

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw ya hands up

Tell security we bouta tear this club up

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Pocket full of green

Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans

Bottoms up bottoms up (up)

Throw yo hands up

Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms