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triple optix - bottom's up (drinking anthem) lyrics

“hey bartender. yeah you, i need a refill on my drink. oh my god, you see that sl-t over? look at her t-ts, they’re great.”

[intro – diabolic]
ladies and gentlemen “who the f-ck is this guy?”
you are now witnessing “jehovah witnesses. where the f-ck am i?”
triple optix “triple what?”
throw your cups in the air

[taboo]
and if a fight broke out, no doubt you know it’s us
that’s a green leaf you holding and rolling then smoke it up
we broke as f-ck but i ain’t crying poverty
on some triple optix sh-t, got your b-tch buying shots for me
and my philosophy is i got an ounce to waste
p-ss the spliff, grab my d-ck then spit in the bouncer’s face
suck on the salt, my whole liver in rum and c-ke
until that captain got me spinning mixing with the blunts i smoked
and there’s a bunch of f-cking clowns here
so i’m thinking i’ll drink um under the table and kick them f-ggots while they’re down there
i can’t focus, it’s no sh-t, i roll spliffs
big enough to leave a roach clip you can smoke with your whole clique
so if you drunk as f-ck throw your cup in the air
grab the nearest sl-t, f-ck her and nut in her hair
cuz we bring the storm on anyone we swinging on
but this is my drinking song so bottom’s up and sing along, it’s like

[hook – taboo]
(bottom’s up)
down that sh-t in your hand
(bottom’s up)
p-ss that spliff to your man
(bottom’s up)
drink til you’re feeling it
make friends with the bartender so you can steal the tips
(bottom’s up)
find a sl-t blow her back out
(bottom’s up)
chug that cup til you black out
(bottom’s up)
grab that b-tch by her waist
guzzle shots, snuff her man and spit in her face

[coal]
bars i’m loved by many
keep acting hard, you’ll get an emmy
you ain’t ever shot for thugs, you can’t even slug a henny
f-ck your memory, we tryna black bought a next shot
and buy the first round for any sl-t down to get c-ck
molest the wet spot, rub the knub to get the c-nt wet
i really love this buzz, fill my mug cuz i ain’t drunk yet
when a punk steps i beat um down with something vicious
then talk to b-tches like “hi i’m drunk, i bet your c-nt’s delicious”
i’m on a mission plus my c-ck hung malicious
to f-ck your b-tches and take um home so they can scrub the dishes
drink one with b-tches with the jäger in my pocket
screaming triple optix, turn the bar into a mosh-pit
b-tches yelling stop it cuz i stomp their man psychotic
i see um few months later and they clinging on erotic
but f-ck it’s just my logic when i’m flipping, after bug out
slimy as a slug, women know they love the muk mouf

[hook – coal]

[diabolic]
yo, at the bar excited, looking for someone to start a fight with
leaving drunk, beating a rookie cop with the sergeant’s nightstick
ain’t at the bar to buy sh-t, i’m sn-tching her tips off
buying drinks for sl-ts with too much eye shadow and lip gloss
see we broke but get gold-diggers to deep throat
i convinced them i was rich with singles wrapped in a c-note
i live to freeload and stick d-ck to cheap hoes
they strip at peep shows for chips to sniff perico
waiting for the same tipsy sl-t to pick me up
ain’t got a penny, take shots of henny out a dixie cup
watching a sl-t get upset cuz we just met
went backstage, told her i had aids after rough s-x
life i love to live it, f-cking these troubled b-tches
burning three grams, drink in each hand double fisting
take shots deep and just when you think it’s the end
i go to the parking lot, puke and start drinking again

[hook – diabolic]

“yeah bottom’s up, spit in her face again. hey sl-t, bring those t-ts over here. bartender, i need another shot. hey, hey, diabolic, taboo, coal, to jehovah’s witnesses, you guys are great. you’re the best.”

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