Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me Hunnid deep when I roll like the army It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my

Lean wit it, rock wit it! I bounce in the club so the hos call me Rocky Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin' for a blockhead Yup in my white tee I break a bitch back And I keep a big bank Oh I think they like dat Before I leave the house I'm slizzard on

A la faveur de l'automne Revient cette douce mélancolie Un, deux, trois, quatre Un peu comme on fredonne De vieilles mélodies Posté devant la fenêtre Tu redonnes A ma mélancolie Ses couleurs de super-scopitone, oh

Man, my life so sweet, I feel like Cody (Cody) I wake up, rinse my mouth with fuckin' codeine (codeine) I don't fuck with nobody Yeah you hardly know me Thirty bottles, yeah the bill is on me (on me) Been livin' fast, no I can't take it slowly (slowly)

But if you want the answers, From a post up high, From where you see the ships afar, From a well trained eye, The waves all keep on crashing by, If you are the light post, Then you own the working class, You better give a piece of ass,

Poupa seu tempo Poupa meu tempo Vai se ocupar Juro, eu te desejo o melhor Por que o pior eu já enfrentei Caí, levantei E se você pensar que a gente ainda tem volta Já 'tô te dando "Não" de resposta Agora pode fazer o que gosta

I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star, ay, ay) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on

Decide ai, enquanto eu vou dar uma volta na cidade Mas pense bem pra depois não se arrepender No supermercado não vai me comprar Na farmácia não vende remédio pra saudade Cheguei no meu limite se não mudar sua postura eu vou embora correndo Já 'ta pronta

Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me) Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy Now it's

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull