Young Buck

Young Buck - Bring My Bottles lyrics

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(Intro)

Ya in this V.I.P. & ya ain't spendin' no $ get the fuck out!

We need them bottles, sparkle sumethin'

Say ya ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof

We be two steppin', mix the Effen wit the juice

Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Shorty think I'm trickin' cuz she got a pair of shoes

I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused

Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose

(Verse: Young Buck)

Fuck ya know 'bout busting down a brick?

Yo main ho always think that ya around a bitch

Picked up a pack & I ain't look back since '96

Since then I've been addicted to designer shit

Chopper in the parking lot, I'm tryna find a lick

Come up on a 1000 pounds, that's my kind of rich

Independent, I don't need no nigga wit me

I do errythin' quickly, don't believe me? Ask 50

I got game for these hoes, can't no broke bitch trick me

& can fit 100 bands in these navy blue Dickies

(Hook)

I pull up & my car ain't got no roof

All these bitches say that I'm the truth

I know just what to do 2 get em loose

Can ya please bring my bottles 2 my booth?

Can ya please bring my bottles 2 my booth?

Can ya please bring my bottles 2 my booth?

I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Can ya please bring my bottles 2 my booth?

(Verse 2: Young Buck)

Hundred bottles wit the sparklers, light it up

Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buying cups

Louis the thirteenth, I drink rich nigga shit

Turn 1 into 2 quick, I do tricks wit the bricks

Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas wit the shits

It's the Unit in this bitch, I'm filthy(fifty) rich, now who ya wit?

G-Unit, lazy niggas don't want to pop no bottles

Yayo keep saying, nigga, what's 1000 dollas

She must don't plan on staying if she don't swallow

DM'd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holler

Dopeboy, bitch, I ain't playing, I fuck wit guala

And I don't fuck wit rappers, being honest

I fuck wit them strippers, be at Onyx

Them starlets and them les hoes, yo bitch is garbage

Them King of Diamond bitches, ain't they gorgeous?

Drop head Phantom and I'm sitting on Forgi's

(Hook)

I pull up & my car ain't got no roof

All these bitches say that I'm the truth

I know just what to do 2 get em loose

Can ya please bring my bottles 2 my booth?

Can ya please bring my bottles 2 my booth?

Can ya please bring my bottles 2 my booth?

I know just what to do to get 'em loose

Can ya please bring my bottles 2 my booth?

(Outro)

It's the Unit, man!

We back

Young Buck

Cashville

Tennesse, nigga

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