[Intro]
San', you ready to record?
Yeah
Alright, let's go
(It's Trax season, bruh)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
Bo-bottle in hand, bo-bo-bo-bottle in hand
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man
Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club
Bo-bo-boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man
[Verse 1]
Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance (Woo)
Booty like the water, put a nigga in a trance
Ballin' in the club, he walkin' out empty-hand
Boo-hoo in the face, bet he thought he had a friend
Talk-talkin' that shit, but a bitch ain't tryna hear that (Uh)
It's gettin' hot in here, where the fuck my fan at? (Ha, ha)
Shots of '42, tell a nigga, "Go on and send that"
It ain't trickin' if you got it, tell that nigga, "Go on and spend that" (Goddamn it)
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man
He blowin' these bands, I might have to give him a chance
He pulled out an Xan', but hold up, that ain't part of the plan
Boy, move, get right and get with it (Get with it)
I got the whole club shakin' they titties (Bitch, bounce)
Better ask about me, I'm the hottest in the city
Babylon after hours, in the spot gettin' jiggy (Gettin' jiggy)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
Bo-bottle in hand, bo-bo-bo-bottle in hand
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man
Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club
Bo-bo-boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man
[Verse 2]
Now slide to the left, slide to the right
Mammy got the kids, so we clubbin' all night
We lookin' for the tricks, keep the brokies out of sight
These ratchet hoes gettin' loose, ooh, I think they finna fight
That ain't my problem, I came for a time
I'm dressed to the T and I only hang with dimes
I'm prime (Mhm), like Amazon
Runnin' up this nigga tab like a marathon
Now bounce that ass, ho, shake them titties
I'm still lookin' for the littest lit bitches in the city
All my bitches lookin' pretty, this the bad bitch committee
Lame niggas get a dog, paid niggas get the kitty
Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club with Chanel and a fan
Red Bull in the can, I promise I'ma find me a man
You know a bitch got the sauce, better find you a pan
Talkin' all that cheap shit, boy, find me a grand
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
Bo-bottle in hand, bo-bo-bo-bottle in hand
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man
Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club
Bo-bo-boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man
Throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
Bo-bottle in hand, bo-bo-bo-bottle in hand
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man
Bitch, I'm boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club
Bo-bo-boppin' through the club, boppin' through the club
Yeah, I'm throwin' that ass with a bottle in hand
A bottle in hand, I promise I'ma find me a man (It's Trax season, bruh)
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