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gold bottles - r3 da chilliman lyrics

[pre*chorus]
they all want my spot, they don’t know what this sh*t take though
i don’t hate no n*gga, they don’t even got sh*t to hate on
n*ggas grown men, playin’ that bullsh*t jewelry
see through diamonds on my body, ain’t sh*t blurry

[chorus]
gold bottles in the sack, just squirtin’ asap
you gon’ go broke tryna borrow three, put your pape’ up
i’m a boss, dinner at tao, the tab on me
how broke n*ggas tryna flex with pockets on e?

[verse]
he f*cked the plug money up and that ain’t get him far
i’m rockin’ sixty*five thousand, just my left arm
blow ten thousand dollars at neiman’s, i’ll get it back
they see how icy threesy is and now they wan’ rap
you can’t do it how i do it, that’s my recipe
boosie made head taps, that’s my specialty
lean abuser, i ain’t gon’ lie, i bе noddin’ off
i like wock’, probably taste too much like alcohol
you gon’ lеarn, these b*tches love you when your pape’ up
the early bird get the worm, n*gga, wake up
i rock jordans with designer, i’m a street n*gga
all this jewelry, i got blinded and i can’t see n*ggas
[pre*chorus]
they all want my spot, they don’t know what this sh*t take though
i don’t hate no n*gga, they don’t even got sh*t to hate on
n*ggas grown men, playin’ that bullsh*t jewelry
see through diamonds on my body, ain’t sh*t blurry

[outro]
they all want my spot, they don’t know what this sh*t take though
i don’t hate no n*gga, they don’t even got sh*t to hate on
n*ggas grown men, playin’ that bullsh*t jewelry
see through diamonds on my body, ain’t sh*t blurry
they all want my spot, they don’t know what this sh*t take though
i don’t hate no n*gga, they don’t even got sh*t to hate on
n*ggas grown men, playin’ that bullsh*t jewelry
see through diamonds on my body, ain’t sh*t blurry

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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