Can you you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what what to do to get 'em

and everlasting life he's a part of heaven's plan I got got a ride all the way to paradise all the way to paradise Ticket to heaven I can see what what you're looking to find in the smile on my face in my peace of mind

With my eyes on you you Don't matter where we've been No, there ain't no better view Than you you in my arms with my eyes on you you No matter where we go No matter what what we do If you're there, girl, I've got got my eyes on you you We've been to both Carolinas Seen a big

I do what what I love and I love what what I do Get the move right, baby, I'll show what what I mean Stop me, stop me I'm stopping you you Don't stop me, stop me, I like how it feels Get the move right 'Cause bitches got got to eat I can't ask for your permission I can't wait

She's got got the magic touch And you're walkin' around in a dream Oh no, but it ain't what what it seems One day when she leaves you you lonely Her magic touch, her magic touch, her magic touch She's got got the magic touch, I really want her You You feel there's a fire

I got got what what you want boy, I got got what what you want I got got what what you want boy, you never going to get it No you you never going to get it, so you you might as well forget it Ho$h ninja's back what what a fuckin jol Nog 'n fokken fat track, kom ons klap n zol Tsek dis kif

I don't care anymore, I don't care anymore I don't care anymore I don't care what what you say I got got better things to do with my time Well you you can tell everyone I'm a down disgrace Drag my name all over the place You You can tell everybody 'bout the state I'm in

Bottoms up, bottoms up (up) Aye, what's in ya cup Got Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough Throw ya hands up Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up Pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you you shake it in them jeans Throw yo hands up

Where did all the good people go, We got got heaps and heaps of what what we sow I've been changing channels On the TV shows They got got this and that With a rattle of tat Man what what you gonna do Gimme some truth Now whose side are we on

I got got a sick sense, a sick sense about you you I got got a sick sense, sick sense looking at you you Got the sweet scent, sweet scent I'm choking on you you I can touch it, taste it, hear me you you lose Tell me it's what what you always wanted Tell me this is all you you need Just