It's the Bottle Talking Songtext

von Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys

We're gonna move from Yami, Miami to atlanti, all the way to Bami.

Its Yelawolf, Catfish Billy, featuring none other than the greatest, Jim Johnson, B.O.B.

Mixtape for you bitches!

It's B.O.B. and Yeller, and this here is my feller. From Bama to the cater, we slammin posing players.

Those sounds are fucking haters. I see 'em on the ground, they get chopped up like a grass blade when the lawn mowers runnin' out. Get weed eated, mistreated. This heat with this MC, it is a blessing to behold, so hold this blble, hoe!

Outa control, outa my head, and when i roll up outa my bed, i could put a bitch on total freeze when i give her my morning breath.

Thats right hooker, get the up outa here, you aint gotta love me, just get hell up and get me a beer.
(Another beer!)

We're drunk, Jim Johnson put more in the trunk, let it bump, 12 inch thump, pullin up to the southern club.

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Its a party oh oh oh
Its a party oh oh oh oh
Its a party oh oh oh oh
Its a party oh oh oh oh

(B.O.B.)
Its B.o-bizzle in this bitch, somebody roll up a spliff, i got a big ol' bottle baby, come here here and get you a sip, somebody musta told that girl that i be diggin thick hips, and god must like big booty's too, or else they wouldn't exist.

Now somebody tell me what in the hell im gonna do with all that ass.

I seen this girl she looked kinda cute, so i gave her 20 in cash. She winked her eye, she sat me down, she said "now just relax".

I said "you'll have to stand with that, if you dance you'll break my lap".

Damn, that thing cant be real, can it? Got a nigga speaking spanish, like no hablo English.

Gril i aint complaining, ill keep makin payments, if you keep that thing swangin by my way, damnit.

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Its a party oh oh oh oh
Its a party oh oh oh oh
Its a party oh oh oh oh
Its a party oh oh oh oh