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letra de poppin them bottles - mack maine

[hook] {x2} “now ever since i could remember i been poppin them bottles pop, poppin them bottles, pop, poppin them bottles now ever since i could remember i been smokin that dro with my motherf-cking pistol in my hand” — juicy j [lil wayne] when it comes to the bread, i got the keys to the bakery these n-ggas out here trippin, sellin ki’s to them agencies my b-tch keep saying that the judge got a date for me i tell the silly b-tch and ya honor, they can wait for me i’m gone in the coupe with the roof steady chasing me shine so hard like the f-cking sun facing me, basically take it how you take it, i be making you be hating me loving me but hating me, hoe you got to pay for me riding in the big boys, sitting on them grown folks every time i park, it’s a motherf-cking car show i guess i’m the number one lakers fan yellow bottle, yellow bottle, purple bag, purple bag [hook] {x2} [curren$y] well they know me as the curren$y, but some call me the hot spitta sittin in the chevy on three wheels like a tricycle always been a fly n-gga since i was a little one bottle pop like nba finals is what we want i puff a lot of blunts with my n-gga weezy b. one night i was so high i thought that i forgot how to read young money fly boys, money weed and different breed throwing parties at secret locations somewhere on the beach we often bring them patron shots for the models and send a bottle of that cris’ up to the dj i live by these rules, only money over b-tches and it been like that ever since i could remember [hook] {x2} [mack maine] i just copped me some purp, i’m bout to open up i put my heart in my prices, see i’ma show you love see i front you an ounce to get you started clown and you ain’t got to go to mickie d’s for quarter pounds i be in a-town livin la vida la loca throwin that money on cho-cha, spendin the stack up and stroke her yes i’m an animal, to be frank i’m a dog if it’s that time of the month, baby girl i need some slob some mouth and lip service, that’d be perfect you saw the rims on the benz and you got nervous but i’m a g, yep, i pop my collar, hop in impalas ride for the dollars, hit the club, go straight to the bar and pop my bottles [hook] {x2}

- mack maine

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