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Rock Bottom
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Pitbull
Pitbull
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Armando Perez - Ernst Dimanche - Frank Roman - Bernard Freem
Armando Perez - Ernst Dimanche - Frank Roman - Bernard Freem
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Lyrics

I'd advise you to turn back It's not safe Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at, where it's at Rock bottom on the map Where it's at Papa Dade county nigga, I rest my theme Triple my dough with a triple beam Laid back in the back with a cat on my lap And a fastac ready to serve a fiend I live a dream and work my spot I ain't talking about clicking rocks I'm talkin' 'bout that shit you blow When you ride around and you push that drop Blueberry I put you down 38 might get you a pound 34 how the fuck you sound And 33 get a bitch shot down Come down to overtown Where them boys roll with a 4-pound And and 4-5 with a deuce-deuce Look at all boys they get loose Watch out, Cubo's coming Coming through when he spitting something Some of y'all ain't spitting nothing Frontin' like you killing, what! Imma rep, 305, till the day, that I die You niggas got a problem with a nigga like me In the club, that shit, we could go outside Let em fly, ride a clip, load the clip, shoot the clip Y'all niggas don't want no beef with me I'm telling you niggas seriously Ain't nothing wrong with bangers Leave a nigga cooked like angus Niggas wanna drop with that anus I'm telling y'all niggas we dangerous Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at, where it's at Bottom on the map Where it's at Rock bottom on the map Where it's at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Yo, yo I'd like to introduce bottom to the world It's my pleasure Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at There's no receipts in these streets If you cop it, you keep it, that's that I got that fal-con of glued mentality I do this for every hood, every block To the ones that push keys To the ones that push petty rocks If you pull off that, then I pull it pop Lemme show how them boys down here roll They know how to cook a yellow slab To match their mouth with yellow gold No job's a handful of work And the bitches down here work poles These bootlegers pimp harder They the niggas, they the ones that work hoes D-A-D-E where we sell coke and hoes From pools to C-C-O-T to OP, Windwood, to AP Them boys up pull up in the van Jump out like the A-Team And they love, and they love to spray things Let's not talk about the night 'Cause this just a motherfucking day thing Welcome to the bottom, we call it the crib B-E-T, this is how we live Banana clips'll leave you banana split We got plenty bullets to give So fuck that South Beach shit Yeah, that's what it is Next time y'all come to the bottom Make sure y'all come over the bridge Rock, rock bottom on the map Where it's at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where it's at, where's it at Bottom on the map Where's it at Rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at, where it's at Bottom on the map Where it's at I'm from the bottom of the map, baby The bottom of the atlas The bottom of the globe Where they stuffing dope in the mattress And how do they cash into yours Stashing guns in they rides And be the snitch ass niggas be badder than pride I'm in that big body, pins on folds, no grub I don't ride with a mark And I don't roll with scrubs I don't party in clubs, And don't laugh and clown Keep it one hundred and one Man, don't be fucking around 'Cause in my side of the city Pretty shit don't live Nice shit don't exist, And ain't no love to give What you want out of this life You gots to go out and take it 'Cause they ain't giving out No opportunities to make it You come in this world naked And mama can dress you But sooner or later, you come outside And deal with the pressure Better niggas than you done lost That ought no to return So whatever you've earned, protect it, or burn It's time you learned about the... Rock, rock bottom on the map Where it's at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where it's at, where's it at Bottom on the map Where's it at Rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at Rock, rock bottom on the map Where's it at, where it's at Bottom on the map Where it's at
Writer(s): Bernard Freeman, Ernest Dimanche, Armando Christian Perez, Frank Romano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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