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"Pop Champagne"

[Intro: Ron Browz & *Pusha T*]
Ether boy! (*Uh, Okay, Pusha*)
Hey!

[Hook: Ron Browz & *Pusha T*]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it (*Clipse*)
Mommy dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it (*Til The Casket Drops*)
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
18 n*ggas, 16 bottles and four couches
Champagne spilling like a never ending fountain
Spent by the [?] the bar but who's countin'?
Holla if you looking for powder we got mountains
Yeauggh, throw a kilo like a free throw
Weight watchers tugging at my sleeves so I heave-ho
Feds got a n*gga tivo'd
Where's the fish scale they're tryna find Nemo
The Gucci pants is Houndstooth (yes!)
The Coupe outside is soundproof (woo!)
My Lanvin shades is clown proof
So I don't see you n*ggas dressed in your clown shoes

[Bridge: Ron Browz & *Pusha T*]
I wanna see you dance, see you dance (*Come on*)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance (*Come on*)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance (*Re-Up Gang Records, Liva*)

[Verse 2: Ab-Liva]
Live it up, glittered up, suns out, roof back
Gucci Hater Blockers on, Rainy days, [?] it Up
Wrist wear, did it up, neck wear, lit it up
Overdid it, platinum patron till we spit it up
Scarves and the belts with the logos knitted up
Been fly, delve in my photos n*gga dig it up
Came from the school where you break bricks, whip it up
[?]
Based on the Hustler's that get they paper chase on
Blueprints rose to the game get your trace on
Motels back at work, Clerks write the plates wrong
Hotel's looking so familiar like Trey Songz
[?] start again, [?]
Coupe with the roof up, fugitive harborin'
...
[?]
...


[Hook: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it (*Clipse*)
Mommy dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it (*Til The Casket Drops*)
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!

[Verse 3: No Malice]
The wheels cost a fortune like the Game Show
Yellow Diamonds leave them b*tches Jane Doe
I don't speak as if they were the plain clothes
Worse than the damn dogs sniffing out my bank roll
Play Cloths, latchkey, the running man
Run from nothing, I stand firm with gun in hand
To all my n*ggas, who [?]
Avoiding the A-Team and undercover vans
Prayin' they never place it in undercover hands
[?], he get me out of jams
I'm out west worry free, I'm getting out [?]
The talk at home is getting out of hands
Man, they wanna hand me over
I guess that way they get to keep what they owe ya
But it's not a cell that hold us
As long as the rock's in the pan like the Cold Crush

[Bridge: Ron Browz & *Pusha T*]
I wanna see you dance, see you dance (*Clipse!)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance (*I guess it's save to say '09 is ours*)
I wanna see you dance, see you dance (*Till the Casket Drops, Come on!*)


[Hook: Ron Browz]
How we ball in the club I know you hate it
Mommy dancin on the floor all like she naked
When she lay down with you I know she fake it
All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! Pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!
OHHHH! We pop champagne!

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