The bottle, the bottle
I roll and wrap, my sista, I make her beautiful
(AWA the mafia my nigga) the bottle
I roll and wrap, my sista, I make her beautiful
My bitches, I make them good, in my jogging bottles
In my Tommy Hilfiger, I put four bottles

I roll and wrap, my sista, I make her beautiful
My bitches, I make them good, in my jogging bottles
In my Tommy Hilfiger, I put four bottles
The cops are screwed leave me, I leave with the CRF
I have my rings, I have my earrings, I have my bat
It's my gang, you're bad and your group licks pussies
I'm a bad boy, I do my job, I want my jap' in my Jeep
I don't put the money from my crack in my clips

Like Astroboy, like Astroboy, like Astroboy
All my crackers fly under crack like Astroboy
Murcielago, Lamborghini, Murcielago
All my crackers fly under crack like Astroboy

If you have four bottles, I do my job directly
If you're a man, I get hit on my glock
I'm in the gang and I run my business
For all these thugs in my car, there's a big green
I fuck all these putas, putas, putas, putas keep scratching me
I don't give a fuck about the judge, wesh I'm looking at the clerk's thighs
Stop pillaging, I think you're totally fucked up negro
For the crackers there's crack under all kinds of weather

Like Astroboy, like Astroboy, like Astroboy
All my crackers fly under crack like Astroboy
Murcielago, Lamborghini, Murcielago
All my crackers fly under crack like Astroboy

Hmm, well yeah my guys want Gallardos but there are pigs on our sides
If you snitch on my clique, big you leave here very quickly, boy
Your Christmas money goes into my drug, boy
And I know your girl wants to taste my double ice cream, boy

Hello, fuck, what's this mess again?
Argh who's there? (what time is it motherfucker?)
Hey, I hear you, send the weed wesh

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