Wrong Bottle - Thickums Lyrics

In the bay we get it poppin
Bad bitches draws droppin
Thrifted shit I'm always coppin
Im the king that's why I'm plotting
Jay the best in the land
On the pen and the pad
Bitch niggas mad at the man
Girl come here, take my hands in your hands
Slide them down low, down the front of ya pants
Let my hips meet ya hips, shawdy do ya dance
I could make that coochie drip, ima make that pussy prance
Cause a nigga so frosty
Mami I'm drippin too saucy
If you tryna get to cookin
Shawdy better boss me
Naughty I'm bout gettin itsloppy
Shawdy sit on my face
God damn, fat ass up on me
Shawdy thick and I'm diggin it
Lose my breath, I'm tryna get a grip
Hit the two step, while I'm in the mix
Frisco niggas jus hip, come and get it lit

Uh, she got curves like a nana clip
Got good genes cause you know that her nana thick
I could roll that wood real clean with a couple licks
Take a hit, and then I'm like way off
Getting laid is feeling like getting laid off
Takin bad shots like Russ in the playoffs
Baby you got a man? Baby just understand
I can go real deep...like a slow jam
Damn, and you know what I'm about
I been tryna f*ck since ants came out
You provoking all kinds of feelings
Got me sweatin beads like I'm back drug dealin yeah
And you stay on mind
I just wanna cut like all the f*ckin time

Yeah, and we spit the rhymes
Gotta love the women, keep a brotha in line
Five times two, know that shawtys a dime
Treat this like scripture, bring it back one time
I grab the mic like i did, With the chick, she got hips, brown skin, Nice lips
Already know how it is
Im bouta, tear it up. So gone girl, wassup
Quibo con la cosa? I just wanna stick in ya
But I gotta lotta things to bring, Up to discussion
I wanna make y'all sing, do the nasty out in public
Bouta pull It out, bussin all over her tummy
Looked in her eyes, almost got me trapped to loving
Nothing, but a g thang tho
Cole blooded makin anthems
Did in a day, ho
Oh shit, god damn
Oh man ,oh man
Havin fun was the plan ever since I got in a band
Damn