Testo Bottle Girl - BeatKing

Bottle Girl

Why yo face so Ugly?
I don’t even drink
Man BeatKing
(Bring, Bring Me)
Bring me that shit
I want a bottle girl, Aye give me a bottle girl Ooo
I want a bottle girl, Aye give me a bottle girl Ooo
I want a bottle girl, Ooo give me a bottle girl Hold-Up
Hit that bottle girl rock, I want a bottle girl
ClubGod
Get money, Get Money-Get Money
Get money, Get Money-Get Money
I want a bottle girl, Ooo give me a bottle girl Ooo
Hit that bottle girl rock, I want a bottle girl
She be fucking on these rappers, I don’t care
She be fucking on promoters, I don’t care
She got that ass, throw it back when you bring that Henny
Tatted up she thick like Renni, pussy fat gimme
Make that coochie pop, paper I got a lot
Your homegirl a thot, twerk in the parking lot
If she comes to my section, I’m gone tip her, pour them shots
Up in her mouth, bounce that ass on my zipper
(ClubGod) She a bottle girl but she dance like a stripper
One of Molo bitches, she got ass like her sister
Tryna get her to my house, I told her to pull up
She don’t ever answer the phone cause she’s always at the club
What the fuck
For I come over and let you get inside me
I’ll ride you like a horse, I’ll say woah Kemosabe
Pop that ass off
For I come over and let you get inside me
For I come over and let you get inside me
Pop that ass off
For I come over and let you get inside me
For I come over and let you get inside me
Pop that ass off Pop that ass
For I come over and let you get inside me
For I come over and let you get inside me
Pop that ass off Pop that ass (holdup)
I’ll ride you like a horse, I’ll say woah Kemosabe
For I come over and let you get inside me
I’ll ride you like a horse, I’ll say woah Kemosabe
Don’t call me love, that’s a term for a trick
Don’t roll me up if you can’t do it on the dick
Me and Papa Ron want that head Ooo
Leave your homegirls if the scared Ooo
(Head down) Throw that ass back for this bread
Rich fat nigga get the pussy, I ain’t paying
Hit it from the back, better than her man
If she pop a perk first, I know she ain’t playing
Ticking on a B? Ho you sleep, Peter Pan
Get the bread get the head then I leave her sad
Head down ass up, pop it for this cash
Drop it Drop it to the floor make that ass crash
Hold up
For I come over and let you get inside me
I’ll ride you like a horse, I’ll say woah Kemosabe