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ssg splurge - wock bottle lyrics
[intro]
goop
goop
[verse]
he died, over a wock bottle
he slidin’, f_ckin the top models (top)
too high, it look like i’m knocked_out (knocked_out)
this water, she came to bikini bottom (bikini)
she naked, she came in bikini bottom
f_ck it up, get to that sack, she a teen momma (a teen momma)
i do a show with my main bomber (main bomber)
they can’t to no funeral, his face is off (face is off)
they don’t come over here dressed, take it off (take it off)
i went straight to the league like its baseball like its (baseball)
i’ll sit at thе crib ‘fore i f_ck her raw (huh?)
i done pourеd up some drank, she on white claws (white claw)
glock came with a switch, but he straight y’all (straight)
i get 100% out what i make y’all (what i make)
know we hip to that whip, he got a paint job (know we hip)
that lil hoe p_ssy dope, she got straight drop (got dope)
i been soakin’ up water like spongebob
he hopped out, choppa long as a tripod
bought a smart car, crank up, got eyelock
lil n_gga shoot off the rip, ain’t no hot sides (ain’t no hot sides)
n_gga shoot off the rip then i’m shootin’ too
we put a hunnid_something shots in the subaru (got a hunnid)
know that draco’ll spit, it get to talkin’ sh_t too
at the club, we might take home the body girl crew (body girls)
i sl_t her out, she exotic to you (exotic)
kicked her out the house cause she ain’t tryna run twos
you can prolly go and get a bottle from them dudes
leave it up to me, you get a perc if you do
i can’t even see out the whip
everything 5% but i ain’t hidin’ from sh_t (why i’m hidin’ for)
roll the windows down a lil’ bit
i be tryna air out this b_tch, the laws be on our d_cks
n_ggas know to hide they b_tch
we know they cryin’ and then act surprised i hit ’em (surprised)
treat her like i know that’s yo b_tch (that’s yo b_tch)
if you got a problem with it send a ride to come get ’em
i’m tryna pull up in the morgue or the hospital
sometimes a n_gga pay whatever to zip ’em
really want ’em dead, you don’t care what the tip is
can’t n0body get to no pockets, we p_ssin’ em
too high to get on some flights, we be missing ’em
shoot to his chest, i ain’t [?]
shoot it with the gang and we sit there, ain’t catchin’ ’em
hurry up and shoot out of town cause we miss ’em
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