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Bottles
261
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bottles was released on July 11, 2025 by Mike Eze as a part of the album Bottles - Single
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Release DateJuly 11, 2025
LabelMike Eze
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Eze
Mike Eze
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kai Hellman
Kai Hellman
Lyrics
Michael Sainmelfort
Michael Sainmelfort
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sahmir
Sahmir
Producer

Lyrics

Top shotta
Big Gualla Gualla
Designer top dollar
Come empty my bottle
(Eezoo)
Gyal yuh know me
Top shotta
Big Gualla Gualla
Designer top dollar
You look lonely
Come empty my bottle
Ace of Spade, Henny Remy
We can sip it like wata (Eezoo)
Catch me popping bottles all night
Party, party until the sun is all bright
Body, body, gyal yuh know yuh look right
And when dey see me in di club di know wassup
Yeah, di tender and di strippa show me love
I and I roc-a flyer than a dove
Take you home upon mi love on you enough (Sak Pase)
That mean wassup but she ain't know
Met her out in Cali, she ain't never met a Zoe
Never met a Belizean, and we in di same boat
My neck be looking icy so it's fur inside my coat
And you know
Shawty looking crack, she know she dope
Gyal head to mi bedroom
Lemme get that curry goat, panty soak
Brain so crazy, know me had to stroke
Mi cocky get too rocky, bend it over lemme poke
Sippy sippy, drinky drunky, pissy pissy
And she know I got that spark
Transform her life like Sam Witwicky
Wicked drank up in my system
Get a shot hit me, hit me
Hella bottles in the club
Poppa poppa gimme, gimme
Gyal yuh know me
Top shotta
Big Gualla Gualla
Designer top dollar
You look lonely
Come empty my bottle
Ace of Spade, Henny Remy
We can sip it like wata (Eezoo)
Catch me popping bottles all night
Party, party until the sun is all bright
Body, body, gyal yuh know yuh look right
And when dey see me in di club di know wassup
Yeah, di tender and di strippa show me love
I and I roc-a flyer than a dove
Take you home upon mi love on you enough (yeah mon)
But Ima Zoe not a Rastaa (pum pum everbless)
Slurpy licky like pasta (dominicana mami)
I Had her teach me bachata (and we mobbing deep)
So don't get hit wit the blocka
Ima bad mon
Designer pon mi body
Poppa tag mon
Since di yard mi been a yardie
To di bag man
Gyal be all upon mi
Ima bad man
I told baby gyal come hop upon mi whip
Take a ride with me and come light up a spliff
Watch the city lights right atop di cliff
And baby gyal ya riding wit the star
Party mansion, gyal ya know we living large
Off di ganja, now we travel very far
Ain't know my name but she still riding in di car
Catch me popping bottles all night
Party, party until the sun is all bright
Body, body, gyal yuh know yuh look right
And when dey see me in di club di know wassup
Yeah, di tender and di strippa show me love
I and I roc-a flyer than a dove
Take you home upon mi love on you enough
Written by: Kai Hellman, Michael Sainmelfort
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