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rozay bottles - liveraw gbt lyrics

[hook]

always poppin’ rozay bottles, gon and pour it on a model
yea she give me brain and swallow, make it rain, yea thats my modtt
gma, we throwing our dough, i’m so gon’ can’t drive my car bro
always poppin’ rozay bottles, gon and pour it on a model
yea she give me brain and swallow, make it rain, yea thats my motto
all these breezies wanna follow, stuffin’ stacks up in my cargo
gma, we throwing our dough, i’m so gon’ can’t drive my car bro

[verse 1]

throw a stack up in his face, you trippin’ so just tie your lace
we eatin’ so we say our grace, get money at a fast pace
chase cheese like a rat race
say she love cheese, so i asked her how the stack taste
now tell me how that taste
got mo’ money so i blow it, pop rozay just so you know it
all these strippers, i must throw it, d-mn i gotta tow it
feeling good, yep, feeling better than the rest
girls love the way i dress, i hit one and then who’s next
all these questions that she asking man i thought it was a test
and i only hit her once, now she say she digging the s-x
when i’m up in atlanta, let my bro push the lex
if a hater run up, i brush his mouth like crest

[hook]

always poppin’ rozay bottles, gon and pour it on a model
yea she give me brain and swallow, make it rain, yea thats my motto
all these breezies wanna follow, stuffin’ stacks up in my cargo
gma, we throwing our dough, i’m so gon’ can’t drive my car bro
always poppin’ rozay bottles, gon and pour it on a model
yea she give me brain and swallow, make it rain, yea thats my motto
all these breezies wanna follow, stuffin’ stacks up in my cargo
gma, we throwing our dough, i’m so gon’ can’t drive my car bro

[verse 2]

all my n-ggas blowin’ trees, chillin’ up in vip
i don’t even smoke, i just sit back while i count this cheese
while i catch this second hand, burning out on michelin
chillin’ in the a, then it’s right back up to michigan
met me at the hotel, smash then we sleep in
thought she was my only one, but a n-gga creepin’
stop lookin’ at the street spins, look too long, you might hurl
cash-mir ain’t messing with it if the whip ain’t a white girl
now she staring at the rollie, braggin’ saying that she know me
al wissam up on my body, mo’ whips than that n-gga toby
if you getting money, show me
yo girl like a fan, cuz she volunteered to blow me

[hook]

[verse 3]

bang out, hang out, gma i’m shouting
with a cl!ck full of flame spitters, got these rappers poutin’
fenk-town, detroit, 313 is where i’m from
yea a n-gga ghetto, everybody think i’m from the slums
naw n-gga, i’m not a bum, yo girl is begging me to c-m
fast as a ferrari, go old school like an atari
you ain’t stuntin’ then i’m sorry, it’s a new millenium
gma gon’ spend some milli’s n-gga, then we spending em’

[hook]

- liveraw gbt lyrics

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