Grab A Bottle!

Grab a bottla and a bitch, you know how we do da’ shit,
Dutty south represent, yeah, River City Shit,
Got Mississippi bitches linin’ up for a hit,
So I pop it once for pimp, then I mix myself a drink,
Bet, I talk before I think, and I step before I look,
If you can’t see what I’m sayin’, better go and get the book,
I know you’re waitin’ for the hook , but you gotta wait a minute,
I’m still sippin’ on this drink, and I don’t even know what’s in it,
I’m stepping through the party, everybody holla, Waddup G,
Couple dime bitches poppin pussy right in front of me,
I slap ‘em on the ass, tell ‘em give my boy the digits,
I might ring up later, shit, if I decide to hit it,
They say, G you should quit it, shit I barely reached my limit,
So much whiskey in my system, and still pourin’ more up in it,
So grab a bottle, grab a bitch, go to Vegas, get it hitched,
Get divorced the next day, call it Britney Spears shit,
Johnny Walker was a stalker, Jim Bean’s so clean,
We can handle Jack Daniels, pour a shot of each for me,
Yeah, life’s a bitch, but she ain’t wearin’ a bra,
So my hand’s on her titties, in the back seat of the car,
Yell fuck it to the bar, we gon’ party at the crib,
Drunk sex on the couch, dick pokin’ at her ribs,
Southern Comfort from the bottle, mix it with that full throttle,
Turn a scrub into a baller, Listen to them bitches holla,
dolla, dolla bills, we got endless refills,
We got blue and purple pills, shroomin’ in Strawberry Fields,
If you run out of the sauce, take a ride to the sto’,
Stroll it up the road slow, when you pass the po po,
Roll up in the liquo’ sto’, tell that bitch what you want,
Tell here, lemme see dem titties, she a bitch if she don’t,
Pull it back up to the party, lean back, take a sip,
Hit a bitch from the back, leave hand prints, on her hip,

Bounce, bounce, get it, get it, lemme see it, for a minute,
Pop, pop, split it, lick it, fill with weed, then reseal it,
Take a drag until you feel it, instant swag, best believe it,
Grab a bottle, take a swig, instant pimp, now you dig,
Girls poppin’ everywhere, every body gotta bottle,
Party til we pass out or drop dead, no tomorrow,
Knock, knock, at the door, po po out there lookin’ bored,
{cop voice} We heard there was party here, and we were hopin’ we could score {/}
Five O in the party, posted up by the bartender,
Didn’t use the cuffs, but the bitches still surrendered,
River City does it big, cause we got police protection,
Cause we got them bad bitches, sittin’ on police erections,
Work it girls, work it girls, workin’ on some misdemeanors,
Got a bitch that’s barely legal, po po said they’d love to meet ‘er,
Pourin’ whiskey by the liter, lemme get back on the point,
Shit, you know I can help it, lemme rhyme that line with joint,
L O L, roflcopter, yeah this shit is full of win,
Gimme some, gimme some, now listen to this track again,

Er’ body at party,
Grab a Bottle,
Er’ body on the flo’
Grab a Bottle,
Got ya hands on dat ass,
Grab a Bottle,
If ya planted on da wall,
Grab a Bottle,