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game – bottles and rockin j’s lyrics

ayo game, what they do boy
it’s dj khaled
i got my black and red jordan retro 6′s on
i’m all about gettin’ money
i love glorifying my hard work
poppin’ bottles
sh-t, them hoes love it too
this dj khaled, we the best
ayo game, red nation!

all i know is bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
b-tches and getting money (ayo game, i wanna talk right now)
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money (i wanna let n-gg-s know what i know)
b-tches and getting money

all i know is how to smash on everybody record and do what i do
and make somebody have to go and get a he-rs-
yo, game i don’t really give a f-ck if it’s your record
and you my brother, my n-gg-, look i gotta rhyme fresh
see the way i coming, how i do the game, church
ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse
let me bang ‘em with another killer
then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
kill ‘em with another verse
everybody see the way i be going and going
how i do it, n-gg-s the only way we know it
but then again, yes we do
we knowing how i be banging
and every sheet that i get
all the heat i be packin’
and i show it off
with all this money you know where i’m heading
and i’m gonna get the jordan’s, the patent 11 leathers
they really banging all the way down to the dead end
and i get a couple pair with all this money i be getting
and i kill ‘em with the bounce, you see the way a n-gg- steppin’
and we pop bottles and we rock j’s, see me reppin’
let me show you way i do it before i hit you with the weapon
don’t be spillin’ liquor all over my sh-t, give me a second
shiiiit, anyway, see we gotta get it up
probably feelin’ models up
let me wrap a bottle up
let me see everybody put your liquors bottle up

b-tches i’m gettin’ money, bottles and rocking chains
money like i’m lebron, my whip collection insane
suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
condominium in the clouds, 60g’s a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of boston, george
b-tches snortin’ blow, f-ckin’ fast and cookin’ dope
sanctify, bally shoes, audemars, franck muller that chopard
my new b-tches must menage i’m a g

all i know is bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money

bottles and rockin’ j’s
smokin’ and sippin’ spades
pistol tucked in my louie
heated up like i’m wade
n-gg- don’t do lebron’s, kobe up on the weekends
jordan’s monday through friday especially when i’m freakin’
them cool grey’s, that’s monday
them sp-ce jams, that’s tuesday
them spike lee’s on wednesday
23′s in my benz, eh
you know i love them 6′s, especially on my b-tches
13′s and them spandex on thursday, it’s your birthday
and friday i ain’t lying, king of diamonds i’m in heaven
red bone p-ssy poppin’ on my black and red 11′s
patent leather when i step in
you know what i’m reppin’
it’s s double-o, w double-o
black number 4′s i ain’t get it from the store, buss know
that all i know is

bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money

i put footprints in them couches
i put so much in my two step
put on for my city, i ain’t got no choice but to rep
i put straight shots in they hand
make pretty girls do the ugly face
and they just my song on
move back, i need dougie sp-ce like ay, ay
then its right back to my muggin’ face
n-gg-s saying put the weed out
bbm, you buggin’ face
we walked in, want somethin’, bottles pop like we won somethin’
raise a gl-ss for err’ybody that’s done somethin’ from nothin’
no grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
cargo’s and j’s on, they let sun in, no blinds
all i drink is my sh-t, stop playin’, youtube
but tonight we on that red berry and cranberry, soo woo

and i’m smokin’ on that purp, sippin’ on that purp
i came in this b-tch with some n-gg-s that will murk
and we ain’t ’bout all that talkin’, you a dead man walking
stomp a n-gg- -ss out, in these number 4 jordans
got a scope on the barrell, that’s a hammer with a camera
hollow tips n-gg-, tip a n-gg- like a dancer
i don’t know nothing but b-tches and gettin’ money
blood gang, kill a n-gg- in public
young tunechi!
shoot a n-gg- -ss up then it’s deuces
head shots, that f-cking vest is so useless
yeah, yo chuck, f-ck these n-gg-s
you know who? p-i-r-u, killer b’s n-gg-

all i know is bottles and rockin’ j’s (oww)
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s (young mula babyyy)
bottles and rockin’ j’s
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
bottles and rockin’ j’s
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money
b-tches and getting money

- game lyrics

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