| Yeah, yeah
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| You know what this is nigga?
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| When this shit come on in the club, awoooo
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| ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
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| 47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
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| Ain’t no bitches in the section, you got no bottles
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| Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
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| Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
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| Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
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| One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles
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| Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles
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| Motherfuck all ya’ll niggas, yeah, ya’ll thought I was over
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| Give a fuck about this rap shit, really done it with soda
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| Got me booked in your city, then that’s one happy promoter
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| Give a fuck if it Dade County, B-more, or Dakota
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| My nigga told me to cook it, yeah you know it was over
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| See I didn’t wait no time, I went and whipped me a Rover
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| Heavy in that new pussy just like a new Maserati
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| Talkin' wax on wax off just like I’m Mr. Miyagi
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| Don’t make us light up that Benz boy like that scene off of Belly
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| Run with them lunatics, Derrty Ent. |
| like they Nelly
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| I spent a mil on my hood, I’m like fuck a Bugatti
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| But when you get your first mil they think that you Illuminati
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| ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
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| 47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
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| Ain’t no bitches in the section, you got no bottles
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| Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
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| Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
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| Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
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| One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles
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| Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles
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| Fuckin' em like a scene I got my balls and my word
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| Only thing that we celebrate is the first and the third
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| No jeans True Religion
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| Five piece new edition
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| I moved them shits like magician
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| Then went and copped new edition
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| Them bucket full on my table
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| Park them shit like I’m Jabo
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| My nigga move when I say so
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| Chi-chi don’t forget the yayo
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| I’m in my spaceship on bankhead, told that bitch I’m on Fabo
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| I want that heavenly head, I told her get me that halo
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| If it’s ever an issue, that big gone blow like a whistle
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| If you come in my section tonight your nigga gone miss you
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| Aisle three off in Publix, that boy was holdin' the bread
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| Had to call that boy flipper that left a hole in his head
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| ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
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| 47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
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| Ain’t no bitches in the section, you got no bottles
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| Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
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| Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
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| Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
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| One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles
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| Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gold Bottles , by - Young Jeezy. Song from the album Thug Motivation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп