Saturday, June 27, 2015

Black Bottles ( feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics - Migos


(Hook)
Black bottles & the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
Ya going hard or you're going home?
Ya going gold or you riding chrome?

(Verse: Rick Ross)
Pussy niggas wanna see ya dead
Cuz them pussy niggas neva see the bread
Black bottles & the gold chains
Hoe swallowing my whole name
I got some niggas that'll slide fo' me
In other words, niggas there 2 die fo' me
Left hand fo' the styro foam
My right hand keep this Calico
I gave my shawty a student loan
That bitch's mouth made the honor roll
It's a cold world, meaning no luv
Down 2 do work, nigga, no gloves
Just got me 2 birds from ol' boy
I always look out fo' old boy
Belair, my refrigerator
I ate your bitch out on the dinner table

(Hook)
Black bottles & the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
Ya going hard or you're going home?
Ya going gold or you riding chrome?

(Verse 2: Quavo)
Migos, walkin' out the bando wit a 45
My mama told me get $ & stay alive
I can't make the deal, I think he wearing a wire
Pitch a hard ball & they hit it, call 'em Mark McGwire
I'm meeting up wit Pele Migo, that's my essay
He ain't eva have a private jet, would work on runways?
My wrist cook the magic, Quavo Hardaway
3,000 birds in the air, I call it Andre
I was nothin', turned into somethin', these bitches want me
I came from the bando, lot of bags, but no groceries
Pull up in the foreign, lift the trunk where the motor be
Bottles in that VIP, bring out the camera, Spike Lee

(Hook)
Black bottles & the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
Ya going hard or you're going home?
Ya going gold or you riding chrome?

(Verse 3: Takeoff)
Thirty two bricks of gold, Karl Malone
Looking at my Breitling, it got VS1 stones
Lately lot of ya niggas been rocking rhinestones
Talking bout ya on the block, Macaulay Culkin, home alone
Taking a trip 2 go pick up that pack & we pull up in Bentleys
Walking around wit that sack, no 6, nigga walking wit a fifty
It's Migo gang, QC the label, fuck niggas betta ova get wit it
After my show, I'm on top of yo hoe, nigga autographing bitches titties
Traveling around the globe, I was told not 2 sell my soul
Fo' the price of fame & neva fold
Had 2 jump behind the internet
A nigga taking chains, Debo
24k on my tongue
My Maison Margiela's, they rose gold
Trapping & I've been trapping around, see the snow

(Hook)
Black bottles & the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
Ya going hard or you're going home?
Ya going gold or you riding chrome?

(Verse 4: Offset)
Drug dealar, got to keep the nine milla
Ya scary just like Thriller, thinking about buying a building
Finessing the plug fo' the work
I toss him ova, no dribble
Sipping rose, the day I had a court date
Trynna fuck little mama
I don't really like no foreplay
Talkingg all that shit, I'll put that price up on yo toupe
I hit 'em in the mouth
He thought he had a damn toothache
Both of ya niggas are 2 fake
They watching a nigga like BluRay
Ya talking bout that blow but ya can't be from in the kitchen
Whipping up Alicia Keys
Ya say that ya got the big $ but really yo $ is sesame street
I got this bitch named Valerie, she fold me brick from Sicily
My neck is flooded & my double cup is mudded
The streets made me a villain, out that bowl, I made 1.000.000

(Hook)
Black bottles & the gold chains
Want the half or the whole thing?
Ya going hard or you're going home?
Ya going gold or you riding chrome?

(Outro)
Black bottles & the gold chains
Wearing gold from the cocaine
Boil kilo in the crock pot
Another drug dealer on the car lot.

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