Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bottle After Bottle, artist - Yukmouth. Album song JJ Based on a Vill Story Two, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Smoke-A-Lot
Song language: English
Bottle After Bottle |
Bottle after bottle |
Bottle after bottle, yeah |
My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
But ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup |
Ay, my body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
(Ay, your body lookin' thicker) |
My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
(Ay, your body lookin' thicker) |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup |
Damn, I had to stop and think |
Last night, I must’ve had a lot to drink |
I was wild as hell, loud and yellin' |
When I woke up, you know how I was feelin' |
But fuck that, what’s all thinking for |
Let’s get some new hoes, let’s drink some more |
Reservations, upscale shit |
Two more shots, I’m ‘bout to fuck this bitch |
If you ain’t wit' it, say that then |
‘Cause last night I was fuckin' two Canadians |
From Vancouver—girl, what’s up with you? |
I’m tryna fuck one if I can’t fuck two |
That’s what I do, I turn ‘em inside out |
I said, «How you want me?», she said, «In my mouth» |
I get ‘em fucked up, all night |
Taste this, it’s alright, bitch |
Bottle after bottle |
Bottle after bottle, yeah |
My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
But ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup |
Ay, my body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
(Ay, your body lookin' thicker) |
My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
(Ay, your body lookin' thicker) |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup |
Uh, many macks (Many macks) |
All my potnas in this with straps (Straps) |
Hood rich niggas got scratch (Got scratch) |
Everybody with me don’t rap (They don’t rap, mayne) |
What a night (What a night) |
My homie almost got into a fight (To a fight) |
Thundercat like to take flight (Take flight) |
One-hitter-quitters like Mike |
I was on (I was on) |
Drunk a fifth of Heem to the dome (To the liq) |
Blowin' on some green in my zone (My set) |
Niggas better leave me alone |
(Them niggas better leave me alone, man) |
She a star (She a star) |
Body lookin' hella up to par (Up to par) |
Pulled a couple bottles from the bar (From the bar) |
Now she wanna ride in my car (BIATCH…skee-skrt) |
Bottle after bottle |
Bottle after bottle, yeah |
My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
But ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup |
Ay, my body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
(Ay, your body lookin' thicker) |
My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
(Ay, your body lookin' thicker) |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup |
Look, I’m Jay-Hova in a Range Rover (Hova!) |
I told Bey bring her bae over (Bring your girl over) |
Mollywhop and ran a train on her |
(Neck full of lipstick, filming like BangBus) |
I’m a fuckin' player, no Gators, but I’m a vet |
Bottle after bottle, my table, we keep it lit |
Standing on the couch as my niggas throw up the set |
Got ice on our fingers and neck, reppin' the West, yeah |
We get wet on that Earl Stevens, mother pearl gleamin' |
Pour four up in the Sprite, got your girl leanin' |
She don’t wanna be saved but you payin' hoes |
Every day I wake up gotta break a ho |
Gotta break a ho, every day, I break a ho |
Gotta her making dough in Las Vegas like a Raider though |
‘Zilla, then wake up at the Palms Suites |
With a dimepiece, sippin' Dom P |
More bottles, please |
Bottle after bottle |
Bottle after bottle, yeah |
My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
But ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup |
Ay, my body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
(Ay, your body lookin' thicker) |
My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker |
(Ay, your body lookin' thicker) |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up |
Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup |