Gold Bottles Lyrics - Church In These Streets - Jeezy

Yeah, yeah 

You know what this is nigga? 

When this shit come on in the club, awoooo 

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles 

47s over here, they pop like gold bottles 

Ain't no bitches in the section, you got no bottles 

Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles 

Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles 

Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles 

One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles 

Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles 

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Motherfuck all ya'll niggas, yeah, ya'll thought I was over 

Give a fuck about this rap shit, really done it with soda 

Got big (?) in your city, then that's one happy promoter 

Give a fuck if it day, count it me up more in Dakota 

My nigga told me to cook it, yeah you know it was over 

See I didn't wait no time, I went and whipped me a Rova 

Heavy in that new pussy just like a new Maserati 

Talkin' wax on wax off just like I'm Mr. Miyagi 

Don't make her light up that big boy like that scene off of Belly 

Run with them lunatics, dirty and G like they Nelly 

I spent a mil on my hood, I'm like fuck a Bugatti 

But when you get your first mil they think that you illuminati 

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles 

47s over here, they pop like gold bottles 

Ain't no bitches in the section, you got no bottles 

Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles 

Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles 

Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles 

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One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles 

Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles 

Fuckin' em like a (?) I got my balls and my word 

Only thing that we celebrate is the first and the third 

No jeans True Religion 

Five piece new edition 

I moved them shits like magician 

Then went and copped new edition 

Them bucket full on my table 

Park them shit like I'm (?) 

My nigga move when I say so 

Chi-chi don't forget the yayo 

I'm in my spaceship on bankhead, told that bitch I'm on fable 

I want that heavenly head, I told her get me that halo 

If it's ever an issue, that big gone blow like a whistle 

If you come in my section tonight your nigga gone miss you 

(?) three off in public, that boy was holdin' the bread 

Had to call that boy Flipper that left a hole in his head 

ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles 

47s over here, they pop like gold bottles 

Ain't no bitches in the section, you got no bottles 

Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles 

Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles 

Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles 

One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles 

Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles