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