The Game

The Game - Red Bottoms lyrics

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(feat. Diddy)





[Intro - Diddy]

Ay yo game

Its magic baby

Open that bottle of Ciroc..light up on

And lets go, ye ye, that's right



[Verse 1 - Game]

Like a Don, walk in the club with red rum

Was goin on? my killa bees like Cappadon

Rap phenomenon, chill like two bottles of Dom

The Audemar the only thing on my arm

Keep bitches in my stable like ?

Take em to the mansion in the phantom have em wetter than ?

Nigga we never scared

Bitches get they bones crushed

Sittin on the throne, just take off your ?

Don't run from the magic stick

Just look around in the crib, you can have this shit

Yeah, big pimpin and this shit don't stop

We don't stress the tag, we just drive it off the lot

(its hot) I know that baby,

Take your coat on let me see you throw that baby

Just work that thing, I'ma hurt that thing

Like its first 48, I'm a murk that thing



[Chorus]

All in red bottom, Gucci, Louis and Prada

Girl you know your man got it

Grab yourself a red bottom (you deserve it)



She can get it, she can get it, she can get it

She can get it, she can get it, she can get it

She can get it, she can get it, she can get it

She can get it, she can get it, she can get it



Bout to poppin top now, and its gettin hot now

And I'm on Ciroc now, doin my diddy bop now

(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)

Standin on the couch now, 'bout to have a countdown

See so many bad hoes, I ain't tryna calm down

(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)



[Verse 2 - Game]

Aftermath is a army, better yet a navy

Niggaz will drink up your patron, put dick in your lady

We only drive Mercedes, and 'em hard top Masi'

The only problem ladies will rock that body

Twelve AM and I'm pourin goose

One AM now the hoes is loose

Two AM now she kissin' on her

Three AM its all Gucci... BURR

Fuckin with bad boy, coz diddy got mad toys

Dont be surprised if we hit your block in an asteroid

Star Trak gangsta, the N.E.R.D.S. are here

Weezy cant be far coz the birds are here

So get it girl, you know you gotta get it

Like your Louis Vuitton and the prada purse with it

She a boss chick, I'm tryna hit it

All you broke ass niggas don't get it



[Chorus]

All in red bottom, Gucci, Louis and Prada

Girl you know your man got it

Grab yourself a red bottom (you deserve it)



She can get it, she can get it, she can get it

She can get it, she can get it, she can get it

She can get it, she can get it, she can get it

She can get it, she can get it, she can get it



Bout to poppin top now, and its gettin hot now

And I'm on Ciroc now, doin my diddy bop now

(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)

Standin on the couch now, 'bout to have a countdown

See so many bad hoes, I aint tryna calm down

(lets go, come on, lets go, come on, lets go come on, lets go come on)
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