Lyric Sheet:
(Verse 1) Da Chameleon
Yeah, I’m bout to get white boy wasted
You’ont like my ass well haters gon taste it
We going ham, you might as well face it
In VIP we need a bottle replacement
You can’t see me, black on black
We bout to act (we bout to act) John Cusack
(Yeah)
Throw’em back, if you on them zana’s
Donkey Kong bitch, yeah we go bananas
(Yeah) Vodka on the rocks
And a lil Tropicana, bitch I can’t stop
(Yeah) Unorthodox
Triangular, bitch I’m out the box
(Bridge)
Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles
(Rapidly)
Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles
Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles
(Hook)
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
(Verse 2) Daboo
We got bottles in the club
I got bottles on the love
We got bottles in the room girl
Come on leave with us
Bottles, bottles, bottles
You ain’t got no bottles
I ain’t got no holla
Give me mine straight
I’ll need no cut
You can keep your juice
I then been got loose
I’ont, I’ont, I’ont, I’ont know
Another bottle man I think I bout to hit the doe
Man this girl steady dropping dropping dropping to the flo
Steady, Steady, Steady, Steady, Steady dropping to the flo
A half of Ciroc and a fifth of Grey Goose
Man I’m so drunk I forgot I’m Daboo (Day-Boo)
Yeah nigga I’m ripped nigga what about you
Nigga I’m so hot, I then lost my cool
(Bridge)
Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles
(Rapidly)
Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles
Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles
(Hook)
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Bottles on me, Bottles, Bottles on me
Verse 3:
Bottles on me
Your gurl on me
I then snuck up in the club with these pills on me
Hold up homie this is what its gon be
(Bridge)
Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles
(Rapidly)
Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles
Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles, Bottles