Bottom lyrics

[Intro]
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Ayy, you know what I'm sayin'
We got this sh*t from the bottom
Racks

[Chorus]
We got this sh*t from the bottom
We got this sh*t from the bottom
We got this sh*t from the bottom
Whatever you need I got you
We got this sh*t from the bottom
We got this sh*t from the bottom
He f*ckin' with you bet, I shot him
He f*ckin' with you bet, I got him

[Verse]
He out of [?] with a TEC, on Insta, I'm f*ckin' know that I rocked her
I don't know where [?] n*ggas from Broward
I am not dumb, I am not dumb, I am far from a coward
f*cked a b*tch in the shower, only to a half N' hour
I gotta get it to go, I can't be laid up with no ho
I gotta go do a show, I'm tryna [?]
Aim for the hole in the, what?
f*ckin' your sl*t, uh, uh
di*k in her gut, uh, uh
She [?] the di*k like uh, uh
Hey, alright, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, my diamonds go, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, [?] gon' shine like [?], yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, [?] gon' shine like [?], yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, b*tch treat me like Jesus, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, f*ckin' her in her Yeezy shoes, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, like yeah, who is you?
We robbed that boy for Jimmy Choo
Yeah, yeah, racks, racks
Big b*tch, ass fat
Jetski, on a beach
Thick ho, she a Georgia piece
Big reefer, smokin' hella weed
In a car, drive like Need For Speed
And she, eat the di*k like a Rice Krispie treat
And she tryna f*ck me in a Nissan
And she squeeze that di*k like a Capri-Sun
And she say she wanna have my babies
I told her, "That's a no, no, no"
I thought I should go
Ayy, yeah
I wanna
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Uh, uh, uh, what, uh
My diamonds go
What, I got [?] gon' shine like [?]
[?] gon' shine like [?]
b*tch treat me like Jesus
f*ckin' her in her Yeezy shoes
Okay, like who is you?
We robbed that boy for Jimmy Choo
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