Lyrics:
bottles of Love Potion Number Nine
I told her that I was a flop with chicks
I've been this way since ninteen-fifty-six
She looked at my palm and she
the guns pop it's
Maybe all the girls wanna chill wit Benz and Hef
Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left
Step it up to Louie now let's see
Back to back Lambs and the 'Raris
Only thing I wear is red bottoms
Free my nigga Long, the feds got him
Standin' on the sofa poppin' bottles
Crack
Pretend you found it like a message in a bottle
If you don't wanna live your life in someone else's shadow
By someone else's rules that you don't wanna
a lot of honeys lookin' for a man
And n- with a lot of money, bottles in they hand
And short shirts, honeys tryna show that slow (show that)
Lined up
here, no enemies, always family please
All of your personal info
I ain't thinkin' 'bout love, I just tryin' to get it up
Pop a bottle, talk a lot
tek off di lingerie
Light a candle, buss a bottle of Andre
Mi slam harder than Hardaway
Slam yuh mek yuh run di man
Weh live a yard away
Baby, could
I'm retarded
Know you're used to ballers
Saddle like a horseback, that's that lager
Drop it off, retawdid
Poppin bottles in my section
Flexin on her
da high grade herb yah
Mek yuh move from di ghetto
And go live a suburbia
Me deal wid yuh breast nipple like nipple
Bottle alacta one plus and gerber
When me bruk like a bottle
From yuh wicked sly tackle
Pray pon mi cocky chapel, testicle tabernacle
A yuh pussy mek yuh richa
Deh big apple and a travel
smacker, me you fi a tackle
Di flave inna di bottle, dat name juicy apple
Come a mi yard fi di supm unravel
Bet seh it mek yuh lip
Feel smooth when yuh
whole (Silly niggas)
Bitch, you a bottle girl and
Keep my bottles cold
I came through drippin' all
Type of designer clothes (Pray for us)
New York City,
Up Records)
I put all my hoes in designer (ooh)
Don't bring me out no bottles, purple soda with all the robbers
Love that bougie pussy, she
yeah)
Bring some models and bring me more bottles
'Cause we drinking champagne shit (champagne)
How much I spend on this ice on my collar
And I got
I tried to find you at the bottom of a bottle
Laying down on the bathroom floor
My loneliness was a rattle in the windows
You said you don't want
So before you get too drunk just put that bottle down (put that bottle down)
We've both had enough, and I won't go another round
'Cause you only
the plug, I'm well-connected in this bitch (mm-hm)
So many bottles to my section like BMF was in this bitch (ayy)
I ain't gotta shoot my shot, this Memphis
town
Or bottles that we can't pronounce
'Cause anywhere, babe
Is like Paris in the rain
When I'm with you ooh ooh ooh
When I'm with you ooh ooh ooh
high, get drunk, get high,
Get drunk, get high,
Get wasted!
Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip,
Get wasted!
(Bottle of Mo't' Check
Kilo
I guess thats a two for one party at the West end
Five star suites, bottles everywhere
Wanna fuck a star on the moon, I could take you there, bitch
that, give me a try
Ain't no need for frontin' you want me
I can see it in your eyes (oh, oh, yeah)
Shorty wanna pop a bottle (Moet, Crystal, or some
Liar liar, pants on fire
And the pills go down and get you higher
Baby bottle's burning, mother fucker
And the mother hates him like the daughter
school and drop out in the 6
You could look at my wrist, It wasn't shit on it
But I was determined to get a little gliss on em
The 40 ounce bottles done
don't give a damn
Bullets soaked in oil so the Tec can't jam
Sippin on Carribean run, cocanut juice
Smokin on that chocolate stick
Open up two bottles
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