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Bottle My Piss - South Strip (Ft. CHRIST DILLINGER)
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Bottle My Piss South Strip (Ft. CHRIST DILLINGER)

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Bottle My Piss - South Strip (Ft. CHRIST DILLINGER)
[Intro: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Yeah
Uh

[Chorus: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Remember when I couldn't get into college
I never thought that I'd be living like this
Now all these niggas be mad that we made it
These niggas be hatin', they ballin' they fist
Alexander McQueen, I mix that with the Prada
Mix that with the Louis, mix that with the wrist
So much lean in my cup, you could bottle my piss
I'm too high in this bitch, so please, don't take no pics

[Verse 1: CoolboiFresh]
I know some niggas that pull up and wet your whole block just for a three-point-five
I know some niggas that say that they killers, I pull up with killers, see fake in they eyes
I know some niggas that's sayin' they real, but they pull up, they 3.14, pi
I know some niggas that say that they livin' like that but not livin' like that, they a lie
Niggas some hoes and shit, they not playin' they role and shit
I'ma stick to the script, they gon' pay for a check, I'ma keep me a Roll' and shit
I might pop me a 'script and go fuck on that bitch, I might go and promote the kid
And these hoes suck dicks to they throat, send Shwinny in, like, "Man, you know it"

[Verse 2: Shogee2k]
Uh, 2K baby and I'm at it again
Grew up around addicts so I'm bustin' packs if I'm needin' my chicken, fuck minimum wage
I seen my dog whip that shit all in the kitchen but I wasn't trippin'
I earned my own earnings, I'm punchin' the place
Now that I'm workin', I can afford a plate
Flippin' the table on people who do what I do
Put in, I got what it take, do you know what is at stake?
All in my room, I was a jit, all full of hate
Wlways entombed with my mistakes
Mama done told me, "Boy, you cannot fold
You chosen, know that you always been great"
Well, Mama, just know I keep my heart frozen, [?]
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