Joey Galaxy - 4th Of July Lyrics
(Intro)KE, wuddup nigga?Young Ca$hJoey GalaxyWin SquadThe 4th of July(Verse)I hop in back my Mercedes Benz and a ride hoeMeet David Lynch and 2 bad hoes from TallyhoBoth keys in the door, man I scrape her mythicalGold rims, gold chains but I’m racked up and I’m flexin hoeMade it pop, 125, I’m in the trunk niggaCall that nigga Pain, told him fill me one of them blunts, niggaGrowing up from that boy Ca$h, get hit with that punk niggaI’m low key in my city but I stunt, I stunt niggaIn VIP with that Rose, my whole team with that RoseMy cherry shot and I’m papered up and I owe it all to my oh yayMy baby color is red, right I got real niggas on the blue side… who do rideWe kill every club we go to nigga, homicide(Hook)Nothing but foreign cars, Rollie ride bySmoking California, getting highNothing but bad *****es in this VIPick on the bottles after 4th of julyWe poppin bottles(Pop, pop, pop, pop)We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows(Pop, pop, pop, pop)We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows(Verse)Money still flyin everywhereWin Squad, we everywhereYall ***** niggas ain’t never thereDuvall, LA, ATL, Kansas CityReal niggas gon link upAnd we taking over in every cityOrder up some mo bottlesSo here come the fireworksHaters watching from the outside but they know we keep them fireworks*****es know that I ball cos they done see my proud workYou showin love and I’m showin loveYoung Ca$h, that’s how I workIn Vegas with them babiesTryin to make my money doubleGet club dreams with the whole team,In MIA with my nigga troubleBut that’s mo bottles, mo squaklesYou know we done ran through a couple rightsPosted that shit on Instagram and then instantly I got 1000 likes(Hook)Nothing but foreign cars, Rollie ride bySmoking California, getting highNothing but bad *****es in this VIPick on the bottles after 4th of julyWe poppin bottles(Pop, pop, pop, pop)We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows(Pop, pop, pop, pop)We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows(Verse)In the VI blowin herb, a half of hash and sip a herbMurder blow some that serve, most these hoes know I don’t workPullin up in foreign whips, ride the bike that’s pullin a cowThis main hoe all on my dickYou never think she go with doughDoin them sparkles on the way, it look like Independence DayHoes startin to starin hard like dibs on the interstateLames try to ease in close and affiliateBut they don’t get admission, we is just who am in the streetsMoet Rose out the bottle – my drink of choicePourin shots to supermodels, they blisten moistSome energy, the real McCoyLike a loose dog, I’m off the chainLeBron James, run him in the painPlenty bottles, plenty bang(Hook)Nothing but foreign cars, Rollie ride bySmoking California, getting highNothing but bad *****es in this VIPick on the bottles after 4th of julyWe poppin bottles(Pop, pop, pop, pop)We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows(Pop, pop, pop, pop)We poppin bottles, here come the smart fellows
