Coke Bottle (w-Mouse) Songtext
von Hurricane Chris

And here we go, Wizz Dumb
No, don't play.
Dumb drum, rum pum pum

I got dollarz
Could you imagine
You're giving love
To an independent woman

I'm VIP
So they can't see me
I'll be like dang
Another tryna' hit on But I just doing I
Me don't care about it
It's like I'm on the cloud
Me don't care about 'em (dang.)
I got it from my mama
I thank her every day
Every day they keep their eyes on me


Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah
I got a man
He know that he know that
He prolly has no chance
But he keeps lookin' lookin'
Lookin' for that day
That he can get a little try
Get get get a little try

I see you lookin' at my curves, coke bottle
I see you lookin' at my curves, coke bottle

I got that bounce I'm bouncing,
Pluck me like a rubber band
I got that bounce I'm bouncing,
Pluck me like a rubber band

Timbaland's Rap Can you pop it like a rubber band on the tip of me
Can you drop it to the floor then bring it back to me
No man in the world got a pop like Timothy
Her curves make me go crazy
That's why this beat is insane
Her coke bottle shape, yeah it's screaming my name
But, wait wait,
She said she got a man
The way she move it move it move it
Getting in a trance, I gotta I gotta
Tell her that I'm a fan


Fast car, you never catch me
He lookin' hard, he need a neck brace
Is it cuz everything I wear is official Anye on me
Get away.
(No, don't touch me, no don't touch me.)

Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah
I got 'em made
He know it, he know it
He prolly has no chance
But he keeps lookin' lookin'
Lookin' for that day
That he can get a little try
Get get get a little try

I see you lookin' at my curves, coke bottle
I see you lookin' at my curves, coke bottle

I got that bounce I'm bouncing,
Pluck me like a rubber band
I got that bounce I'm bouncing,
Pluck me like a rubber band

T.I.'s Rap Yeah, okay, you straight pop that s*** for me
I let the rubberband pop on fifty
Knee haw raw can't get it from me
Bring the fifty G wit ya ain't s*** for free
Ok I drop my top, west side fool
Chrome wheel paint clean ridin' through
Have any chick I decide to
But none of them I help fine tune

K, man jiggy you better ask somebody
Pullin' that chevy, you don't know nuttin' bout it
Got a 44, let it go, get up outtie
Better ask Timbo, he know I'm bout it
Well, what you lookin' at
Mind ya business cuz,
Rap bout me, I hear ya girl
And we can go and ask her what's the difference in us
She say you shy circum boy, I'm puttin' it in'na world

I see you lookin' at my curves, coke bottle
I see you lookin' at my curves, coke bottle

I got that bounce I'm bouncing,
Pluck me like a rubber band
I got that bounce I'm bouncing,
Pluck me like a rubber band

Uh get it real good
Make it go back and forth
Uh get it real good
Make it go side to side.
Uh get it real good
Make it go back and forth
Uh get it real good
Make it go side to side...

Uh get it real good
Make it go back and forth
Uh get it real good
Make it go side to side.
Uh get it real good
Make it go back and forth
Uh get it real good
Make it go side to side.