| I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking
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| I get filthy when that liquor gets into me
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| I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking
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| Why can’t I keep my fingers off you, baby?
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| I want you, na na
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| Why can’t I keep my fingers off you, baby?
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| I want you, na na
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| Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
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| Feeling like an animal with these
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| Cameras all in my grill
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| Flashing lights, flashing lights
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| You got me faded, faded, faded
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| Baby, I want you, na na
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| Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty
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| Daddy, I want you, na na
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| Drunk in love, I want you
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| We woke up in the kitchen saying
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| «How in hell did this shit happen?»
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| Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
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| Last thing I remember is our
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| Beautiful bodies grinding off in that club
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| Drunk in love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, and everything all right
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| No complaints for my body so fluorescent under these lights
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| Boy, I’m drinking, walking in my l’assemblage
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| I’m grubbing on the rope, grubbing if you scared, call that ribbon
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| Boy, I’m drinking, get my brain right
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| I’m on the Cognac, gangster wife
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| Newer sheets, he’d swear that I like washed rags, he wet up
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| Boy, I’m drinking, I’m sinking on the mic 'til my boy toys
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| Then I fill the tub up halfway then riding with my surfboard
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| Surfboard, surfboard
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| Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
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| I’m swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body Benz
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| Serving all this, swerv, surfing all of this good, good
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| We woke up in the kitchen saying
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| «How in hell did this shit happen?»
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| Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| Hold up that D’USSE is the shit if I do say so myself
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| If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
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| Hold up, stumble all in the house tryna backup all that mouth
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| That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest b*tch thus far
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| Talking 'bout you be repping that verb, wanna see all that sh*t I heard
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| Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve
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| Foreplay in the foyer, f*cked up my Warhol
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| Slid the panties right to the side
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| Ain’t got the time to take draws off, on site
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| Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike
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| In '97 I bite, I’m Ike, Turner, turn up
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| Baby no I don’t play, now eat the cake, Annie Mae
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| Said, «Eat the cake, Annie Mae!»
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| I’m nice, for y’all to reach these heights we gon' need G3
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| 4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
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| We sex again in the morning, your breasteses is my breakfast
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| We going in, we be all night
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We never tired, never tired I been sippin'
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| That’s the only thing keeping me on fire, me on fire
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| To me it’s feeling like all of my entire life I’ve been drinking
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| Boy, I’m Marilyn
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| I want your body right here, daddy I want you, right now
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| Can’t keep ya eyes off my fatty
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| Daddy, I want you
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, love, love |