Lyrics Coke Bottle

 

Lyrics Agnes Mo Coke Bottle

Coke Bottle

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 me

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 ‘em made

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 Verse:

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 Verse:

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…