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 Benzino Bottles & Up LyricsYeah, yeah Storch That's what I'm talkin' about, my nigga Bottles & up, BS what up, nigga? Bottles & up, no's and G's know Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side Keep gettin' money till the day that I die Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side Keep gettin' money till the day that I die The club, shorty what get buck The club, real G's roll up The club, fight it out get drunk The club, act wild, tear it up Introducin' the nemesis, you've heard of me Into the rebel, the legend, the rock the party took me to a new level I'm a bad motherfucka, stones colored, illuminatin' Roll up to the joint and the girls love it, the niggas hate it Unstoppable, position myself to get cheddar Incredible with these lyrics, I'm only gettin' better I'm on a sour, my niggas, we poppin' vouf man Don't want no bottles for niggas, you 'bout to lose, man Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know it's nothin', dawg Crush you something later fo sho, she breakin' somethin' off Soon as zino step through the door she got it jumpin' off Grab your chick and head to the floor, I'm callin' all the dawgs Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side Keep gettin' money till the day that I die Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side Keep gettin' money till the day that I die The club, shorty what get buck The club, real G's roll up The club, fight it out get drunk The club, act wild, tear it up This one's for my niggas got felonies, we's haulin' at the bar Throwin' Hypno and Henesie, she fuckin' with the hulk We continue to roll and blow the best trees Puff an ounce in the club, lookin' for sour D's Plus downin' bottles of bub like it was ice tea, only bottles & up That's if you like me, you got keys [unverified] Fellin' lucky like a Celtics clover, lil' spit, lil' flip Now the game is over, I'm on a mission ain't finished until I'm done Make the crowd move wild like I'm bustin' the gun Everybody hallucinatin', somebody set it off You're callin' security, now it's Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side Keep gettin' money till the day that I die Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side Keep gettin' money till the day that I die The club, shorty what get buck The club, real G's roll up The club, fight it out get drunk The club, act wild, tear it up (Bottles & up) Apologies are never accepted, I'm on another level Probably try to get me arrested because I'm so ghetto So many victims of homicide accountable for only thorough niggas Who want to ride or die with me Poured a bottle out for homies who ain't here Incarcerated niggas with numbers be gettin' mad years I'm number 34, beyond all the glory I'm the truth like the 'E! True Hollywood Stories', nigga Zino king of the city, I'm 'bout to lock it down Silly rap get smacked, let's get it poppin' now Big dawg and I dop it the best I'm in the club with a code million debt on my chest Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side Keep gettin' money till the day that I die Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the side Keep gettin' money till the day that I die The club, shorty what get buck The club, real G's roll up The club, fight it out get drunk The club, act wild, tear it up Bottles & up Boston get it poppin' Bottles & up MIA get it poppin' Bottles & up New York get it poppin Ounces & up LA get it poppin' Bottles & up Philadelphia get it poppin' Bottles & up ATL keep it poppin' Bottles & up Chi-Town get it poppin' Ounces & up Zino, uggy what up nigga (Bottles & up) Yeah (Bottles & up) Send "Bottles & Up" Ringtone to your Cell
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