Bottles - Slim Thug

Bottles on me

Bottles on me, long as someone drink it

Bottles on me, long as someone drink it

We bring the party to the club, got our own bank with

off the roof

And I’m still shining like a diamond tooth

Used to rock them hoes in old way

Me and my niggas never been fake

I guess this my first song with Drake

But he don’t know we on that mama stake

I fuck with cake, fuck with bread

If you ain’t bout that to me you dead

Ain’t worried bout you, worried bout you

Cause we ain’t never heard about you, heard about you

Bottles on me

Bottles on me, long as someone drink it

Ace of Spades by the case

Patron shots to my motherfucking fakes

Pineapple ciroc got bitches gone

Them gangster bitches like that brown, that’s that strong

Plenty henessy, duce, e don’t play

Send a couple bottles to the DJ

Everyday I’m on my grind gettin' it

While y’all boys be bullshittin' with it

Party bus 40 deep

39 bitches and it’s me

I know they mad, I know they mad

Bitch we still acting bad

Bottles on me

Bottles on me, long as someone drink it

I just wanna get fucked up

I just wanna get fucked up

I just wanna get fucked up

And fuck one of you bad bitches that’s south in my section

So fucked up ain’t reached for protection

and I bust then

Told her she so bad let’s have twins

Cause she a twin, two bad bitches

I try to stay away from you sad bitches

Are you mad, bitches cause they talking this and that

Give me my money from my motherfucking bottles back

Bottles on me

Bottles on me, long as someone drink it