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Empty Bottles

Chevy Woods

New 90's

13.05.2019

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Tekst piosenki
[Intro] (Excuse me, my good brother, I been meanin' to ask you for some advice) [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, leave it to me Rollin' up weed, I keep it G as can be Keep somethin' bad right in my seat Then them niggas talk down but they can't even compete See your dream car ridin' down the street Shit I got on might be unreleased Them niggas ain't who they claim to be They just watch us every day, safe to say they just wanna-be's [Verse 1: Chevy Woods] Make somethin' out of nothin', perfected joints that I'm puffin' I like my raps with substance, I prolly hit your cousin I get it and split it equal, keep thuggin' it with my people Hit once, she want the sequel She call me cause she don't need you She always text me a preview, backseat of the [?] I brought her that brand new see-through She understand how we do She want me to Danny Glover, she said that this weapon's lethal I'm knowin' that she don't miss you You thought that shorty's a keep She tryna flatter me like right now, I'm likin' her style Plus I ain't had that bad lil' thing in a while I had to rap to her like 8-Mile, I'm smellin' like loud Married to the paper, been said my vows Count it up after I'm watchin' it pile I swear them hunnids keep on makin' me smile I'm out here ballin', I ain't tryna get fouled You know the streets, though Gotta duck, plus keep the heat low My shooters good like a Curry free-throw, yeah, mm [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, leave it to me Rollin' up weed, I keep it G as can be Keep somethin' bad right in my seat Then them niggas talk down but they can't even compete See your dream car ridin' down the street Shit I got on might be unreleased Them niggas ain't who they claim to be They just watch us every day, safe to say they just wanna-be's [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] Still ballin', triple double, James Harden Shit goin' on 'round the way, got Moms callin' My man fresh home from a body, dropped all charges Told his girl that he ain't goin' back, hope he ain't promise I'm still nice like Drew Brees after the Chargers I'm no saint, another drink cause she on the way They gotta pay a nigga andele Could give a fuck what your honor say Birthday, I want all the cake Rental cars and Wisconsin plates You sent your money, then it's on the way It's on my mind so I gotta get it I pulled up and spent a grip at L You broke and tryna juggle different bitches I'm tryna double up and live terrific Ain't talkin' Christmas boy, my hustle igfted She know she on my hit-list Another joint, I'm elevator lifted Can't go to court, we tryna get the witness That pussy second to my momma's chicken [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, leave it to me Rollin' up weed, I keep it G as can be Keep somethin' bad right in my seat Then them niggas talk down but they can't even compete See your dream car ridin' down the street Shit I got on might be unreleased Them niggas ain't who they claim to be They just watch us every day, safe to say they just wanna-be's
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