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Benzino - Bottles N Up Lyrics

 

Artist: Benzino
Album: Arch Nemesis
Song: Bottles N Up

Lyrics:

Yeah, Yeah Storch, That's What I'm Talkin about my nigga...Bottles N Up....BS whattup nigga...Bottles N Up...No's and G's Know...

<Refrain>
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky, my niggas don't dance, cause we all gettin high, semi in the waist, two-steppin on the side, keep gettin money till the day that i die...Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky, my niggas don't dance, cause we all gettin high, semi in the waist, two-steppin on the side, keep gettin money till the day that i die...THE CLUB...Shorty what get buck...THE CLUB...real g's roll up...THE CLUB...fight it out get drunk...THE CLUB...act wild tear it up.

<Verse 1>
Introducing the nemesis, you've heard of me, into the rebel, the legend, the rock the party took me to a new level, I'm a bad motherfucka, stones colored, illuminatin, roll up to the joint and the girls love it, the niggas hate it, unstoppable, position myself to get cheddar, incredible with these lyrics, I'm only gettin better, I'm on a sour my niggas, we poppin vouf man, don't want no bottles for niggas, you bout to lose man, buyin bottles for brodies, you know its nothin dawg, crush you something later fo sho, she breakin somethin off, soon as zino step through the door she got it jumpin off, grab your chick and head to the floor, I'm callin all the dawgs.

<Refrain>
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky, my niggas don't dance, cause we all gettin high, semi in the waist, two-steppin on the side, keep gettin money till the day that i die...Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky, my niggas don't dance, cause we all gettin high, semi in the waist, two-steppin on the side, keep gettin money till the day that i die...THE CLUB...Shorty what get buck...THE CLUB...real g's roll up...THE CLUB...fight it out get drunk...THE CLUB...act wild tear it up.

<Verse 2>
This one's for my niggas got felonies, we's haulin at the bar, Throwin hypno and henesie, she fuckin with the hulk, we continue to roll and blow the best trees, Puff an ounce in the club, lookin for sour d's, Plus downin bottles of bub like it was ice tea, only bottles n up, thats if you like me, you got keys??, fellin lucky like a celtics clover, lil spit, lil flip, now the game is over, I'm on a mission aint finished until I'm done, make the croud move wild like I'm bustin the gun [blow], everybody hulluscinatin, somebody set it off, you're callin security now its...

<Refrain>
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky, my niggas don't dance, cause we all gettin high, semi in the waist, two-steppin on the side, keep gettin money till the day that i die...Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky, my niggas don't dance, cause we all gettin high, semi in the waist, two-steppin on the side, keep gettin money till the day that i die...THE CLUB...Shorty what get buck...THE CLUB...real g's roll up...THE CLUB...fight it out get drunk...THE CLUB...act wild tear it up.

[Bottles N Up]

<Verse 3>
Apologies are never accepted, I'm on another level, probably tryd to get me arrested, because I'm so ghetto, so many victims of homicide accountable for only thorough niggas, who want to ride or die wit me, poured a bottle out for homies who aint here, encarcirated niggas, with numbers be gettin mad years, I'm number 34, beyond all the glory, I'm the truth like the 'E' True Hollywood Stories nigga, zino king of the city, I'm bout to lock it down, silly rap get smacked, lets get it poppin now, big dawg and i dop it the best, I'm in the club with a code million debt on my chest

<Refrain>
Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky, my niggas don't dance, cause we all gettin high, semi in the waist, two-steppin on the side, keep gettin money till the day that i die...Bottles in the air, middle fingers to the sky, my niggas don't dance, cause we all gettin high, semi in the waist, two-steppin on the side, keep gettin money till the day that i die...THE CLUB...Shorty what get buck...THE CLUB...real g's roll up...THE CLUB...fight it out get drunk...THE CLUB...act wild tear it up.

<Closing>
Bottles N Up
Boston get it poppin
Bottles N Up
MIA get it poppin
Bottles N Up
New York get it poppin
Ounces N Up
LA get it poppin
Bottles N Up
Philidelph get it poppin
Bottles N Up
ATL keep it poppin
Bottles N Up
Chi-Town get it poppin
Ounces N Up

Zino.....Uggy what up nigga...('bottles n up')...Yeah
('bottles n up')


 

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