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yung joc - bottle poppin' lyrics

(feat. gorilla zoe)

[chorus – gorilla zoe chopped & screwed]
we bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
we bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
we bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye)
say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
we bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
we bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
we bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,
say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

[verse 1 – yung joc]
i pull up to the club, jumpin out of rovers, lookin like a car show, dats da way we roll up
dope bois showi luv, all da ho’s know of us
need extra security, dey know dey cant controll us,
i see some n-gg-s hatin, i keep dat supersoaker
so i v.i.p my way standin on da sofas
u can watch me demostrate, da way a playa possed ta, i don burried cha weight, u know we throw dem toasts up
say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it, finna set-up shop, well we aint even worried bout it
word on da block, oh dey say u servin pies
i think ya need ta stop, i got some killas dat’ll get dat work up out ’em
i dont got luv fa u busta’s, unless u my kinfolk yea u smell dat fruity fruit ? err’time da wind blow
i throw away dat chump change, im all abot dat bigga dough
joc he a hood n-gg-, jus like gorilla zoe

[verse 2 – gorilla zoe]
when da money start droppin, all da ho’s start jockin,
when dem ho’s start jockin, bottles start poppin,
when dem bottles start poppin, know dat we’re not stoppin
imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin,
imma throw a stack, she gon’ throw it back,
i pop da rubberband, she gon’ pop ha back,
she know dat i ball, she gon’ grind da wall,
she gon’ bust it open, fo me & my dwags
got boi’s in da club comin straight from the trap,
watch dem boi’s cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks
we in da middle of da flo’ blowin cush packs,
got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs,
now da 4o dont stop cuz dey we got dat guap,
she gon’ make ha booty clap & imma throw another knot,
when da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap,
bottle poppin ova herr, tell da dj bring it back

[verse 3 – yung joc]
when my n-gg- steve died,
u know we popped dem bottles,
n-gg-‘s tried to run & hide,
we went lookin wit dem choppa’s,
now its time to take a ride in dat all black impala,
if u n-gg-s think im lyin’ i put dat on my momma,
& dats y err’time, his birthday come up,
imma hit da town, from sun down-ta-sun up
buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drug up,
fo my n-gg-, im a clown
like the numba 1 stunna
yea we in da club, my n-gg-s on a pill or two
throw dat b-tch a dub, tell dat ho’ “im felling u”
pour ha some of dis bub, yea dats what im finna do,
den i ask a question, “shorty what’chu in to ?”
den she started blushing, tell me bring a friend or two
a whole lotta rubba’s we gon’ cut ha’ like a gin-su
flexin knots of money, dats da sh-t beginna’s do
she know im gettin money & she wann be a winna too !!!

- yung joc lyrics

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