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g wylx – poppin’ a bottle كلمات اغاني

[intro: g wylx & sean styles]
what’s going on homie?
sup dude?
like this time and every time, nahmean?
yeah, man

[hook: g wylx]
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (pop that bottle!)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (pop that bottle!)

[verse 1: akf]
okay, i’m a self-made man
with plans to expand, got brains
hands and pair to stand
and a big fat snake in my pants, no fangs
all included, what else needed
got my boo, in us we believing
in love we cute, in l-st we demons
in life don’t f-ck with us, we mean it
sh-t is more to us than just us
one got guns and another one fires shots
just like her, i’m there when she need me
so don’t make her need me
i’m poppin’ a bottle of wine (poppin’ a bottle of wine)
i pop it for the moon of my life (poo it for the moon of my life)
we came to claim the reign
and we cannot be denied, no!

[verse 2: ipo crita]
while g wylx be popping a bottle of wine
i be keeping it real and feeling so fine
ipo crita was born to be one of a kind
now i be popularizing the peace all the time
take a brief look, how’s it going down?
see noone shook, party in whole town
it’s the mathaf-cking mcd
and we chilling like this
ipo crita bringing this bliss
won’t be tripping on these hoes
won’t be missing that kiss
‘cause ain’t last
i’m just flipping a page
breaking a cage
surviving on wage
chill, no matter what is your age

[chorus: popovski]
your sun, your rain, your sad and your joy
your fist, your smile, your pray and your lois
every piece of you for every day
makes me who you are won’t stop that game

[verse 3: naughty sk!lls]
no matter where you at now
i’m always ready, always ready
my granny she always told me
“you actin’ just like your daddy!”
nowadayz i have to think twice
and faster to press my luck
youngest down for the x-tancion
but my ginuwine is pac
it’s been a years ago (it’s been a years ago)
you always rock dat show
in sunny days or snow
but it’s only 1 thing that you always been known
in different cuts lotta busted spuds
but i didn’t forgot my roots
and popping a bottle of wine
for g wylx from big black boots

[verse 4: sean styles]
it’s a westside party and we keepin’ it g
what’s crackin’ homie, want to hangout with me?
let’s sit back and parlay like we’re in cali
my game’s tight, stay away from the dummies
this ones for the haters who kept me alive
this ones for my dogs that i left behind
much love to my family who gave me life
dedicated to the people who support my strive
raise your gl-ss in the air for 2pac
big syke, nate dogg, let me take y’all back
when i used to play dey tapes in the yard
now i’m rockin’ mics and do my own tracks
i maintain in the game, time to stop kick it
music’s my adrenaline, my peeps call me wicked
everyting’s on the map, fa i ain’t got it i take it
got my brain focused on a meal ticket

[verse 5: simon crane]
ok, simon crane, that’s my name
that’s my life, and i will play this game
i wanna take a ride, but my road in flame
i wanna burn up all of bad days
i’m gonna work hard to chase my dreams
to get do a good things (c’mon)
to get loose of all sins (c’mon)
get fly when i find my wings
give me peacefully live, cease
anyone fight, this be to right, jesus
this is easely like breeze on a see bring me to life
i wanna sing, please, give me the mic

[verse: g wylx]
i pop the bottle of wine
to the homies that love to ride
to the homies that live to die
to my momma who did it right
three nine, six thirty, eight seven
m-city, yeah b-tch, it’s a setup
word up? bring it on in a second
‘member day when i came to the planet?
you got habit of rabbit and oh
my god, is it inevitable
aaright, you ain’t a cannibal, no
so swallow that cannonball
you cannot ball, so what?
get moma on call, hold up!
pop that fat bottle of bordo
it ain’t your f-cking -ss p-rno
g wylx like cosmo-cosmo
west coast worldwide, it’s moscow
peep that t-shirt named bosco
we russians call it a top score
what kind of noise can a string bring
making you swing and sing things of a musical fling
well listen to this star, next up is a
g funk that no need no visa

[bridge: popovski]
your sun, your rain, your sad and your joy
your fist, your smile, your pray and your lois
every piece of you for every day
makes me who you are won’t stop that game

[chorus: popovski]
your sun, your rain, your sad and your joy
your fist, your smile, your pray and your lois
every piece of you for every day
makes me who you are won’t stop that game
your sun, your rain, your sad and your joy
your fist, your smile, your pray and your lois
every piece of you for every day
makes me who you are won’t stop that game

[outro: g wylx & popovski]
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
(popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
(popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (pop that bottle!)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
(popping a bottle, popping a bottle)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
popping a bottle of wine (popping a bottle of wine)
(popping a bottle, bottle, bottle, bottle, bottle)
popping a bottle of wine (pop that bottle!)

- g wylx

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