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Benzino

Genres: Hip-Hop

Bottles & Up Lyrics - Benzino

Yeah, yeah Storch 

That's what I'm talkin' about, my nigga 

Bottles & up, BS what up, nigga? 

Bottles & up, no's and G's know 

 

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 

 

Introducin' 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 it's 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 

 

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 

 

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 & up 

That's if you like me, you got keys [unverified] 

Fellin' lucky like a Celtics clover, lil' spit, lil' flip 

Now the game is over, I'm on a mission ain't finished until I'm done 

 

Make the crowd move wild like I'm bustin' the gun 

Everybody hallucinatin', somebody set it off 

You're callin' security, now it's 

 

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 & up) 

 

Apologies are never accepted, I'm on another level 

Probably try 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 with me 

 

Poured a bottle out for homies who ain't here 

Incarcerated 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, let's 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 

 

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 & up 

Boston get it poppin' 

Bottles & up 

MIA get it poppin' 

 

Bottles & up 

New York get it poppin 

Ounces & up 

LA get it poppin' 

 

Bottles & up 

Philadelphia get it poppin' 

Bottles & up 

ATL keep it poppin' 

 

Bottles & up 

Chi-Town get it poppin' 

Ounces & up 

 

Zino, uggy what up nigga 

(Bottles & up) 

Yeah 

(Bottles & up) 

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