LongOverDue - One Bottle (V-Eye, Big Kae, LYE, Stagga) lyrics

(Verse 1) V-Eye, ey, haha! All I need is One Bottle 2models and no condoms Cause that be like Some halla through bottles and more problems Acting stupid, grabbing booty Namhlanje ak' lalwa siya dakwa Drinking til' I feel the buzz Cancer smokes to lift it up Ohh sh** manje ngiyay' feel ipluk Im fitnna f** and b**hes halla thick as f** Krappa-krappa roll it up One bottle up in my hand And the second hand is for grabbing a** Thats my autograph(signature) n***a spliff up and I 2step No sober b**hes I duesy Move lames yall aynt cool hey? Bottles up in the air Fitna feel the joys of these b**hes On my stick I mean im like "yeah" Drink in my cup and im leaning Fiending for more of these drinks But f** it I'll just spit these heaters... n***a like what do you think? These bottles also keep coming But I'm alright with One She waiting up on my bottle And waiting up for me to come! (Hook) One bottle, one bottle 2 models, no condoms one bottle One bottle, 2 models One bottle, no condom What you know about that (Verse 2) Big Kae Okay its 1 bottle I'm 2 steppin' Its 3am and I'm turn't up Its hella jays there's bankys too You know we get em all burn't up Spilt a drink on my favourite shirt I'm ashin' jays on her favourite skirt She came to party She drank bacardi She popped the molly She acted gnarly Bad b**h from a decent home Lips luscious They hella chrome I f**ed around And she give me dome I beat that a** Like a xylophone Took my digits and saved em My best track is her caller tone (-"I'm hella faded with Big Kae" -she tweeted it and she made it know) Rookie on em missions f** em rap n***as that's dissin' Cause they takin' shots But they missin' Yeah I sh**ted on em You pissin' Ran on bio oil So you slippin' f** that vaseline but I glisen Swagg on teen spirit I'm turnt up like ignition So I'm driven by my ambition (Hook) (verse 3) LYE One bottle stay trippin Red cup in your left hand Bad b**h on your right hand You still gonna grab that mic (Damn) Stay trippy we turnd up Eastrand n***a we own up That reefer rollin' bout'a smoke up Backwoods you never chock up Trap trap flows going suicidal No lamboghini doors thts a sick arrival 4 2 5 bags mahn the jig is up Puff puff pa** the greens are rough Cheerleaders never sprung the seasons tough Ain't gonna stop us from turning up Drinks will get you sailing out On 1 paddle the shoots are buck Smack that booty like it disrespected you Sha'shake it in ma face like nothing phases you Bite of the forbidden fruit Yeah I can taste that prove Got a full clip n***a I just came to scoop Like its underground sh** I got that over look Got your girl on 1 script She already fully booked One bottle 2 models No condoms No vows x3 Means no problems (Hook) (verse 4) All I need is one bottle One bottle, one bottle All I need is one b**h No bu*terface, just fresh models A dime piece just for k**ing time Some booty calls give you baby mama My whole team tryna get a pair of milf I mean pairs of milf That's old lady mama A later mama Playing radical with a booty so fat Eradicate tangible raps on that Thoughts on introspection Examine weed and pop that goony sh** Bottles on some action Johnny walking jacking Daniel sh** Law courts intersected Cross examine all these b**hes Cremated that body With that reefer burning ash to ash Barricade dead bodies Keep you locked against your corpses Your flows pony tale Your a horse back Imma' two Porche One more bottle add some poison Spark that blunt f** being sober Check me flex my own nation Birch-A Kat in Masrover Up in Stu just fiddle with pots And cook some master beats Esasity flows on luxury Until they jacking me Inspecting souls on critical shows Till you rest in peace (Rest in peace... Stagga... Birch-A-Kat...L.O.D!) (Outro) Yeah, tell them n***as I'm back They know where to find me Back like I never left b**h Ha, its NARCOTIC