Lyrics:
Time to peal this top off of this bottle cap
What’s that, how you get it, where you got it at
You ain’t even know me and you’re pushing all these
with wet matches and bottle rockets
While cop walkie talkies walk outside my apartment obnoxious
Tonight's special consists of stale fiber from shitty
me
No time for the jealousy I got short temper don't play with me
Lost mine when the last ting broke my heart said she In love with me
Woke up to my
just bottles on ice
I got this bad hoe that want me but she go out every night
I'm sayin'
I keep that gold in my pocket I keep on goin til got it
They
I'm gon
Down another bottle just to make it to tomorrow
Another model getting throttled
Bet that I ain't makin rent, huh
Shawty hips pneumatic
while you just stood by
Im not here for a long time im here for a good time
Im here for a good time
I cant remember the last time
I wasnt the bad guy
Im
her feelings I told her I bottle em up
I would pull out and buss on lil this bitch face but I pulled out she swallowed up
My nigga got shot 6 times I'm
we was gonna last
I know I'm better off when you be by my side
Fuck it let's go to the moon, i'll take you for a ride
I said trust on me this one,
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
young but this the last one
If I could keep time in a bottle
I'd drink that shit up and never change like an axolotl
Never age tomorrow, throw a rager
There was a time when I couldn’t see it
Shout out to those that stuck by my side
I got some cash okay
I’m gonna ball okay
Imma hit malls okay
Imma go off
Oh yeah yeah
Aye yo pour me up another one bro
Riding through the city what to do now
Brody got them bottles by the pool now
Lil shawty wanna do
the dancing on the dance floor
Night club look like a drug store
Bottle after bottle, Lets go broke yeah
Livin’ like it’s the last night
Lambo doors go up
to party (Uh, huh)
Last time was in a Bent
This time brought out the Rarri (Damn)
Have a hundred by my neck
I'm still the old me (Uh, huh)
Yeah, I heard them
the enemy, AWW!)
Fuck that..
[9th Prince]
Yo, yo, sorid comics, swallow rhyme toxics
Psychotic logic, insane explosives like bottle rockets
The 9th Prince
the bottle let the corks pop
Seems like ev'ry rappers a former Nicky Barnes
Ya ugly ass corny niggas is wannabe dons
I'm the best, platinum nine times in
and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser
Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like
the healer
Shit happens all the time
To save my heart I'll kill my liver
And drink you off my mind
Here comes Pretty Miss Titty with a bottle of bourbon
don't try
These are things that I go by
Prime time that's my time
No drake no hotline
Just wait ill go high
I got fame on my mind
Just wait ill go buy
She packed my bags last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine am
And I'm gonna be high
As a kite by then
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
'Til
was Pop Quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with
Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens
Unless they last name is Cutlet
Let
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's
can't make it make sense
But instead of being shocked by the imminent apocalypse
He caught a little gossip 'round the office 'bout a rocket ship
And all
My bottle's runnin' dry
Call me by my real name
Your painted face is shy
My whiskey makes me feel things
My brother never lies
Time-time
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