DJ Christion - In This Bitch lyrics

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Dj Christion ft. Ace Hood, Fat Joe, & Famous Kid Brick

DJ CHRISTION:

Bottles on deck, Blowing Haze out the chest, Dj Christion, TS

ACE HOOD:

Ok, I never had shit, including the fly whip

Copped me a chain including the fly bitch

Moving through the city in some continental shit

Put diamonds in the wrist, you can see it through the tint

I be cooling i admit, like im coming through the vent

Smelling YSL scent, check my clientele list ahh

Hop about the phantom with some chick her name Diana

Born and raised up out Atlanta, let me hit her on camera

What, That's another note, rose gold role on, stack cheese provelone, fly nigga carry on haa

Realest nigga in this shit boy, that's me

You other boys just puffs like Grektzky

Tell the waiter bring the bottles like pronto

And I'll be balling till the morning like Alonzo

Mi amo, meet me at the condo,

Thinking what I thinking fuck a convo

CHORUS:

I got my bottles on deck, I'm getting twisted in this bitch

I'm blowing haze out my chest, we getting lifted in this bitch

Damn all the ladies in here, they getting wasted in this bitch

To every hater in here, straight middle finger to you bitch

FAT JOE:

Pussy pinker than Amber Roses

In the Ghost niggas staring like we goldfish

Cheese crackers and some opus

Red wine, candle light by the ocean

Backshots on the sink bra, Laperla top guess shes a fashionista...

We smoking the shisha, learn that from a prince in ibiza

Big money on the panerai, now a nigga on a jet tell you time flies

I still love me a hood chick, whats not spoken is always understood chris

CHORUS:

I got my bottles on deck, I'm getting twisted in this bitch

I'm blowing haze out my chest, we getting lifted in this bitch

Damn all the ladies in here, they getting wasted in this bitch

To every hater in here, straight middle finger to you bitch

FAMOUS KID BRICK:

Blow haze in this bitch, vip straight go dumb in this bitch

Couple to the head now I'm gone in this bitch

Don't turn your head or I'm gone with your bitch

I'm on it, mvp, super star status show no id

Gotta lumber jack swag, breaking down these trees

Middle finger to the haters you can swallow these nuts

And Im going bonkers,Oh that's your girl My nigga well you just lost her

Off up in the club my nigga I stand taller

Bullets in my bone, they call me shot caller

Joe a shot caller, Ace a shot caller

Twisted off sticky, gone off gonja

Brick a shotcaller, Christion a shot caller

Twisted off sticky, gone off gonja

CHORUS:

I got my bottles on deck, I'm getting twisted in this bitch

I'm blowing haze out my chest, we getting lifted in this bitch

Damn all the ladies in here, they getting wasted in this bitch

To every hater in here, straight middle finger to you bitch

Thanks to Super Duper Lyrics for correcting these lyrics