Pop Bottles Lyrics - Fabolous

[Hook:] 

Start with some shots then pop bottles 

Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles 

[x4] 

[Fabolous:] 

Hey somebody tell Ramone we need some more of that Patron 

Tell Jose get more of that Rosei 

We ain't come to play tonight 

Street Fiddadidadamm 

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[Verse 1: Fabolous] 

Due to the peer pressures of Patrone 

Ya girlfriend ain't get near messages to her phone 

Couldn't care less if you was gone 

The girl took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome 

Me, I'm on the Rose with the flowers on the bottle 

I Take a few pulls then pass the sour to a model 

You might've seen her on the cover or a center fold 

Lot of class got a ass soft as a dinner roll 

I got them white stones mixed with canary yellows 

A 1, 2 step that'll make Ciara Jealous 

I got heat, do the sun blockin if you wanna 

Till the guns cockin' 

And you're Yung Joc-in' in the corner 

Get the cops it's goin' down 

This little nigga heart beat it's slowin' down 

I pay cash or I swipe the black thing on a bitch 

Left with two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich 

Yeah 

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[Hook:] 

Start with some shots then pop bottles 

Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles 

[x4] 

[Paul Cain:] 

Loso what it look like? 

Let's get it in Yeah 

[Verse 2: Paul Cain] 

After a couple of straight shots of the Yak 

I'm on top of the couches like I don't know how to act 

These Dior shades cost about a stack 

Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings across the back 

(Take my black card) 

Tell the waitresses to keep the bottles comin' 

Plus I got about a onion 

Worth of Kush that I brung in 

Smokin until I'm done and 

Two steppin' to the beat 

I sweepin the dance floor checkin for a freak 

Really only concerned with her neck down to her feet 

If her hair right, we might even get breakfast before I skeet 

In every city we get love 

Tip dubs 

Sip bub 

Make it rain and we ain't even in the strip club 

You couldn't find her and you know where your bitch was 

Just a side effect of what the shit around my wrist does 

I tell you this cause 

You better keep it with her 

Cause nigga if I hit her 

You might as well forget her 

[Hook:] 

Start with some shots then pop bottles 

Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles 

[x4] 

[Verse 3: Freck The Billionaire] 

Twenty street niggas iced up and gatted down 

Hit the club but we don't get patted down 

Street Fam, Philly Freck got them suckas mad 

Stay cool quarter mill up in the duffle bag 

Withdraw thirty about to hit up Opium 

Fab told Jose to bring the Rosey in 

I bet these bitches make a ring around us 

Ya'll got the police we got bling around us 

West Philly I'm just reppin where I'm from 

The E-40 got them bitches goin' dumb 

The Fendi Aviators look real fly kid 

Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches like eye lids 

Nice cuban little chick with the dark skin 

My man Smoke said "Damn you off the charts hun" 

Straight shots to the head like a marksman 

She gave me jaws the watch band was shark skin 

[Hook:] 

Start with some shots then pop bottles 

Flirt with the hood rats then pop bottles 

[x4]