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Trey Songz - Bottoms Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) (lyrics)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Voix principales
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Edrick Miles
Edrick Miles
Paroles/Composition
Milton James
Milton James
Paroles/Composition
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Paroles/Composition
Tony Scales
Tony Scales
Paroles/Composition
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
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Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Production déléguée
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jesus Garnica
Jesus Garnica
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Johnta Austin
Johnta Austin
Production déléguée
Troy Taylor
Troy Taylor
Production déléguée
Mark Christensen
Mark Christensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie de mixage
Kane Beatz
Kane Beatz
Production
The Track Dealer
The Track Dealer
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(Yeah) Kane is in the building, nigga (Oh-oh-oh-ohh, ay) it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl (Oh-oh-oh-ohh, ay) it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl (Oh-oh-oh-ohh) hey girl, hey girl (Oh-oh-ohh) hey girl, hey girl (Hey girl) leggo Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ayy, what's in ya cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw yo' hands up Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up), bottoms up, up, up You know what it is, girl, we back up in this thang (thang) Money stay in my pocket, girl, I'm like a walkin' bank (bank) Tell me whatcha drank, tell me whatcha think If I go get these bottles, we go alcohol insane ('sane) Callin' all the girls (girls), do you hear me? All around the world (world), city to city (city) Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride, gettin' loose in the ride Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ay, what's in yo' cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw yo' hands up Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up), bottoms up, up, up My vision's blurred (c'mere), my words slurred (c'mere) It's jam-packed (yeah), a million girls (ay) And I ain't tryna leave, though (hey) We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero Callin' all the girls (girls, girls), do you hear me? (Girls) All around the world (world), city to city (yeah) Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride, gettin' loose in the ride Hatin' ass nigga you can move to the, move to the, move to the side Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ay, what's in yo' cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up (uh-huh), throw ya hands up (uh) Bottoms up (uh), bottoms up, bottoms up (uh), up, up (yo) Could I get that 'trón? Could I get that Remy? Could I get that coke? Could I get that Henny? Could I get that margarita on the ro-ro-rocks? Could I get that salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim? Trey, I was like, "Yo, Trey Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rosé?" Okay, let's get it now I'm with a bad bitch, he's with his friends I don't say hi, I say, keys to the Benz Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz Mu-mu' right, yeah, V to the 10 If a bitch tryna get cute I'ma stomp her Throw a lot of money at her then yell, "Fuck her Fuck her! Fuck her!", then yell, "Fuck her!" Then I'ma go get my Louisville Slugger Excuse me? I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady I rep Young Money, you know, Slim, Baby? And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' the .380 We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti Yellin' all around the world, "Do you hear me?" Do you like my body? Anna Nicki (ow) Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith Yes, my dear, you're so explosive Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph Now, bottoms up and double my dosage Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), ay, what's in yo' cup? Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough (Turn your) bottoms up, bottoms up (up), throw your hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up (up), pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans (It's not that I'm drunk) ooh, shake it Bottoms up (I'm, I'm), bottoms up (I'm, I'm on that), throw yo' hands up (I'ma be, I'm, I'm, I'm good) bottoms up, bottoms up (I'm good) Trigga Trey, Nicki M (bottoms up), let's get it (c'mere) Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up I, I, I, I am Zolanski (bottoms up) I'm Roman (bottoms up) Yeah
Writer(s): Edrick Miles, Tony E. Scales, Onika Tanya Maraj, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Daniel A. Johnson, Milton Lamont James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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