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"i HiT THAT BiTCH WiT' A BOTTLE"
A Smirnoff and Nilla Collaboration


  Nilla:

i don't fight and, shawty, i'm not finna argue wit' you.
but if you keepz bumpin' ya gums all you gon' see is the blue
of this hypnotiq bottle.
i don't know who you been fuckin' wit' but i'm not the one - lil homey i goez off full throttle.
split ya wig open with this heavy ass shitz and i bet you won't be tryn a run up and test me
Go on. keep talkin' and we gon' see
just what it's 'bout and let me know when it's all over if you seein' stars.
i mean, i'm good either way - you gon' be the one walkin' 'way wit' battle scars.

  Smirnoff:

Yeah bitch, keep runnin off at da mouf
You gon get knocked the fuck out
Fuck you and ya bitch
Ya'll on some pussified shit
But bitch I aint tryin to argue
I'll bust ya ass with a bottle
Call me Smirnoff and Im as cool as a fan
But I'll wild the fuck out, believe I dont give a damn

  Nilla:

don't give two fux about ya jaw jabbin',
because when it comes to gift of gabbin'
i wearz the crown.
but believe when it goes down, it goes dooowwn.
i don't argue, said that shit before,
what didn't you get about that, ya dumb whore?
get my left, 'cause i ain't right.
someone call the ref, it's about to be a fuckin' girl fight.
no hits below the belt,
but every blow with this bottle is meant to be felt.
so, if you tryn a prevent me from fighting dirty
better remember that it's me and she
'cause if you try to intervene
i'll hit your ass too! it ain't nuthin' but a thing!

  Smirnoff:

ok, Nillz, Fuck these bitches
And while we on the subject man fuck these snitches
They fuckin with some goblins
Keep talkin shit then we gon' have us a problem
And I got that problem solver
Fix your act up like I'm your mutha fuckin father
And if your girls all wanna fight
It's gonna end up to be another bloody night
You'll end up in the hospital with ya IV
Then your face'll be plastered on every fuckin TV
And when your mom asks your friends why the hell did I pop ya
All your friends are gonna say is that Im a fuckin monster
Well, ok I am a monster,
But this monster had a problem with a fuckin imposter
You werent about that shit
The monster could had your ass face down in a ditch
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Date Submitted: Oct 10, 2009 (07:15 PM)
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