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Christopher Martin - More Bottles (feat. Jc Makkai) Lyrics



Christopher Martin - More Bottles (feat. Jc Makkai) Lyrics




[ Featuring DUNZA ]

Yah, 100

Uh, she say she wanna f*ck on the low
But if you don't suck it, everybody gonna know
Uh, I said the boys are back
Wit' the freaky deaky flow, wit' the freaky deaky hoes
She did what wit who?
This chick so bad, I can't help but think you dirty
But I can't help myself from bein' so flirty
White girls are my only weakness
Make me act stupid like beavis.. abutt head
But go ahead wit' yah bad self
That booty gon' create wealth
Make you richer than some niggas
So, go stunt on em' niggas
More bottles, I need some models
I'm finna get tipsy
Got some girls with Me
Tanya and Whitney, maybe even Britney
She got a man, so why she with Me?
Cause the bottles stay flowin' in my section in the club hoe

More bottles, more bottles
Give me More Bottles, more bottles
My bitch she gettin' thirsty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get flirty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get wasted, more bottles
I'm tryna' get f*cked up, more bottles
And my girl, more bottles
She tryna' get knocked up

JC The Kid
Girl, we all in this club and I don't care what we sippin'
Don't worry, lil' lady, tonight you my mission
I can take you home and have you drippin'
And I ain't even talkin' bout what we drinkin'
Got the henny, vodka, and the goose
These the type of drinks that gon' set yah loose
We gettin' a little wavey off off the boos
Ain't no turnin' back now, might as well take some shooots
Tell you no surprise that I want yo' thighs
Spread open so wide like the hands of ra
You so damn sweet like peach ciroc
The liquor has your booty poppin' like mardi gras
I ain't wit' the playin', your body doin' tamin'
I am the predator and you the one who's prayin'
Girl, show me what you sayin', you claimin' you're amazin'
This goose in yo' system, so your demeanor is changin'

More bottles, more bottles
Give me More Bottles, more bottles
My bitch she gettin' thirsty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get flirty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get wasted, more bottles
I'm tryna' get f*cked up, more bottles
And my girl, more bottles
She tryna' get knocked up
You crazy?

And my girl..
Tryna' get knocked up

More bottles
Give me More Bottles, more bottles
My bitch she gettin' thirsty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get flirty, more bottles
OU
I'm tryna' get wasted, more bottles
I'm tryna' get f*cked up, more bottles
And my girl, more bottles
She tryna' get knocked up
You crazy?

Man this girl talkin' bout giving her these babies
Wtf.. I give you these nuts, but not these babies
Hell nah bitch, you must have lost yo' goddamn mind
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English

Yah, 100

Uh, she say she wanna f*ck on the low
But if you don't suck it, everybody gonna know
Uh, I said the boys are back
Wit' the freaky deaky flow, wit' the freaky deaky hoes
She did what wit who?
This chick so bad, I can't help but think you dirty
But I can't help myself from bein' so flirty
White girls are my only weakness
Make me act stupid like beavis.. abutt head
But go ahead wit' yah bad self
That booty gon' create wealth
Make you richer than some niggas
So, go stunt on em' niggas
More bottles, I need some models
I'm finna get tipsy
Got some girls with Me
Tanya and Whitney, maybe even Britney
She got a man, so why she with Me?
Cause the bottles stay flowin' in my section in the club hoe

More bottles, more bottles
Give me More Bottles, more bottles
My bitch she gettin' thirsty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get flirty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get wasted, more bottles
I'm tryna' get f*cked up, more bottles
And my girl, more bottles
She tryna' get knocked up

JC The Kid
Girl, we all in this club and I don't care what we sippin'
Don't worry, lil' lady, tonight you my mission
I can take you home and have you drippin'
And I ain't even talkin' bout what we drinkin'
Got the henny, vodka, and the goose
These the type of drinks that gon' set yah loose
We gettin' a little wavey off off the boos
Ain't no turnin' back now, might as well take some shooots
Tell you no surprise that I want yo' thighs
Spread open so wide like the hands of ra
You so damn sweet like peach ciroc
The liquor has your booty poppin' like mardi gras
I ain't wit' the playin', your body doin' tamin'
I am the predator and you the one who's prayin'
Girl, show me what you sayin', you claimin' you're amazin'
This goose in yo' system, so your demeanor is changin'

More bottles, more bottles
Give me More Bottles, more bottles
My bitch she gettin' thirsty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get flirty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get wasted, more bottles
I'm tryna' get f*cked up, more bottles
And my girl, more bottles
She tryna' get knocked up
You crazy?

And my girl..
Tryna' get knocked up

More bottles
Give me More Bottles, more bottles
My bitch she gettin' thirsty, more bottles
I'm tryna' get flirty, more bottles
OU
I'm tryna' get wasted, more bottles
I'm tryna' get f*cked up, more bottles
And my girl, more bottles
She tryna' get knocked up
You crazy?

Man this girl talkin' bout giving her these babies
Wtf.. I give you these nuts, but not these babies
Hell nah bitch, you must have lost yo' goddamn mind
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Writer: Christopher Martin, Nathan Campbell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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