Dosseh feat. Kaaris - Bouteilles et Glocks (English lyrics)

Chorus (Kaaris & Dosseh) (x2) :
Raise your bottles and your Glocks to the sky
Raise your bottles and your Glocks to the sky
Raise your bottles and your Glocks to the sky
Raise your bottles and your Glocks to the sky
Raise your bottles and your Glocks to the sky
I’m in the VIP section, fuck em
I’m in the VIP section, fuck em
I’m in the VIP section, fuck em
I’m in the VIP section, fuck em
Raise your bottles and your Glocks to the sky
I’m in the VIP section, fuck em

1rst verse (Dosseh) :
I just want to fuck the whole world
Fuck it real hard
The neighbors are complaining about the noise ?
Yeah, and ? So what ? Yeah Yeah so what ?
The neighbors are complaining about the noise ?
Yeah, and ?
If beauty could be defined through a single movement
It would be the act of bagging coke, or signing a big check
I don’t trust these rappers, these cowards talk a lot of shit
I don’t trust the groupies who’s butt holes are bigger than their pussys
My dick is pointing towards the sky, my offsprings are ready to spew out by the billions
Like when a plane crashes in the jungle, I’ll strip your body naked, like some low life looter
There’s no plan A, you’re talking to me about a plan B
Where’s the plans of the Bank ? I’m down to ride
I don’t ever talk behind people’s back, except to tell your kids mother to bend over
Get me a double cheese burger, you bastard, I’m starving
In every hood they say that I’m the biggest scavenger of all
Suck my D.I.C.K
I won’t give you an extreme makeover, I’ll fuck you and leave your ass broken, for repair
We use the sound of your ass claps as a snare drum
I’m the one that you love to hate, I’m the one that she loves to please
The clothes are italian, the motor is german
Getting money is vital, it’s D.O.2.S, my nigga

2nd verse (Kaaris) :
I’v got some dope shit, who’s got better ?
Take a toke, give a shotgun kiss
And your sky will be blue , like a smurf’s pussy
S.Q.U.A.D, is there a problem ?
I’ll stick you up, it’s urging me
my trigger is itchy
Thick amnesia smoke, the day Nate Dogg died
You know I had to take my 38 bulldog out for a walk
I’ve been maneuvering in and out their pussys since back in the beeper days
She follows me back to my crib, She only follow you on twitter
You got the memo, I’ll stab you, you better take a step back, you know me
The flow is so perfect, that it was declared an heritage of unesco
These niggas better not make any mistakes, or else, they’ll have to suck on my dick for a long time
You weren’t around during my struggles, don’t expect to be present during my success