BOTTEGA VENETA Lyrics (English Translation) – Hamza

Read the full BOTTEGA VENETA (English Translation) lyrics by Hamza along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Hamza’s music, you can also explore YESTERDAY and SMOKIN & DRINKIN, two other songs by Hamza.

[Verse 1]
Bae, bae, bae, bae, you already know me, but nice to meet you.
Don’t mix Henny with Tequila, she’s pulling up in lingerie under her chinchilla.
Tonight, my head’s in my thoughts, without drügs, I’m having trouble getting into the mood.
I wish you could become my Beyonce, shawty, I wish you could become my Beyonce.
I’m already picturing us on the Caicos Islands, do you know them?
In the end, I’m not so different from the others, I’d like to fu*k you like all your subscribers.
I’ve known some bad b!tches, but I didn’t love them as much as you.
Before the sky darkens, tell me what you feel deep down.
Baby, tell me everything, put your hands on your knees.
Two hundred thousand around my neck, on the verge of going crazy.
Her pu*sy takes control of me.
She likes it and I see it in her eyes (Yeah, yeah).

[Chorus]
Bottega Veneta, foot to the floor, I’m putting the gas on.
She doesn’t want love, she wants the heels, the chains, and the bracelets on her arms.
The others are pissed off, it hurts her, the alcohol and the pills hurt her.
At night, we prowl the capital, at night, we prowl the capital, yeah.
Bottega Veneta, Foot to the floor, I’m putting the gas in.
She doesn’t want love, she wants the heels, the chains, and the bracelets on her arms.
The others are pissed off, it hurts her, the alcohol and the pills hurt her.
At night, we prowl the capital, at night, we prowl the capital, yeah.
Bottega Veneta

[Verse 2]
Let’s be clear, let’s be transparent like your breasts through your see-through dress.
I’ve been thinking about you constantly for a long time, all my b!tches love me because I’m nonchalant.
I have my hands on your ass and you like it, I know, your girlfriends’ nostrils are full of C.
Actavis, Actavis, Actavis, you always forget all my sacrifices.
I did like Rick James and his b!tches, to forget my pain, you need to sip.
S/o my hoes who stream my music, who are my guys who are there when I’m sick?
Ten years ago, I was already wearing Rick, ten years ago, I was already wearing a blick.
Slow down, bae, say less, slow down, slow down, bae, say less
She’s watching my diamonds, she’s wondering if they’re really VVs, fasho (Fasho)
All night long, she gives me her pu*sy even if she gets up early the next day.
In the Rolls Royce Cullinan, baby, I’m all in Chrome Hearts.

[Chorus]
Bottega Veneta, foot to the floor, I’m putting the gas on.
She doesn’t want love, she wants the heels, the chains, and the bracelets on her arms.
The others are sick, it’s hurting her, the alcohol and the pills have hurt her.
At night we’re prowling around the capital, at night we’re prowling around the capital, yeah.
Bottega Veneta, foot to the floor, I’m putting the gas on. gas
She doesn’t want love, she wants the heels, the chains, and the bracelets on her arms.
The others are pissed off, it hurts her, the alcohol and the pills hurt her.
At night, we prowl the capital, at night, we prowl the capital, yeah.
Bottega Veneta