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letra de bottles of patron - jay biggz

[hook]

bottles of patron…
bottles of patron and i’m in my zone

[verse 1: jay biggz]

b-tch i’m in the zone, i’m on that patron
can’t see you, baby cause i’m taking shots to the dome
and i’m… i’m so wrong and i’m sorry if i offend ya
but a n-gga so gone that i probably won’t remember (uhh)
it’s ya boy jay, i ain’t hardly a pretender
got cavali’s on my shawty and ferraris in the winter
summertime, i’m at the party, flyest mami on the ninja
got a bottle of the silver, no bacardi in her system
8 grand make lil mama rain-dance like a injun
call me chief pop-a-bottle, that’s the life of big spenders
chief, pop a bottle, pour it up, take it to the head
freaks, lots of models, more than us, take ’em to the bed, yeah
that’s a holiday in… get it? a holiday inn?
she p-ssed out, f-ck it, body her friend
i got my fitted faced low, and my stacks stay swole
hitting room service up, bring them anejos. (that’s them…)

[hook]

[verse 2: ak]

i’m in my zone, you know i really can’t be stopped
i been grinding for this long, and i’mma make it to the top
while i’m off that patron, you know i’m gone, i’mma keep them bottles popping
if a youngin trip, best believe i got them hammers c-cked
but i’m a calm dude, trust… you don’t wanna see me flip
f-ck talking now, it’s light’s camera action….
….and i don’t even need a script
it’s like my ad-libs, i just wing it
i don’t f-ck with clingy b-tches, f-ck you to them snake -ss n-ggas
what up to them paper getters
clubbing, popping bottles ’til the morning come, -ss drunk, have fun, p-ss some
and back to the crib where she know to give that -ss up
hat to the back, yeah i’m swagging in the place, man
all white tee, yeah i’m swagging in your face, man
i’m so gone, i ain’t even in the spot though
and then you check your arm and your b-tch d-ck-hopped (cause that…)

[hook]

[verse 3: ak]

so now i’m body-tapping her friend
she liking what she seeing, so she say she wanna get in
them i beat ’em both up, build ’em up like legos
both of fine, spanish, making me say, “fuego!”
got them bottoms up and yeah i’m talking bout them bottles
get ’em feeling right, it’s guaranteed to make ’em follow
mami on halt cause she see ya boy with jay biggz
i’m knowing what she thought, so i pulled her to the side quick (jay!)

[verse 3: jay biggz]

we got them clear shots, color of them chrome watches
i got patron popping cold out of gold faucets
watching hoes pop it ’til a n-gga so nauseous
we bone foxes and toss ’em like some old boxers
cruelty to animals, no bread for the pigeons
we on patron, moet for the b-tches
straight shots will have the best n-ggas flinching
put a hole in your throat, shut your eyes and cave your chest and your ribs in

[hook]

- jay biggz

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