| Bottle after bottle
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| Bottle after bottle, yeah
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| My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| But ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup
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| Ay, my body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| (Ay, your body lookin' thicker)
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| My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| (Ay, your body lookin' thicker)
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup
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| Damn, I had to stop and think
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| Last night, I must’ve had a lot to drink
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| I was wild as hell, loud and yellin'
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| When I woke up, you know how I was feelin'
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| But fuck that, what’s all thinking for
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| Let’s get some new hoes, let’s drink some more
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| Reservations, upscale shit
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| Two more shots, I’m ‘bout to fuck this bitch
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| If you ain’t wit' it, say that then
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| ‘Cause last night I was fuckin' two Canadians
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| From Vancouver—girl, what’s up with you?
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| I’m tryna fuck one if I can’t fuck two
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| That’s what I do, I turn ‘em inside out
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| I said, «How you want me?», she said, «In my mouth»
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| I get ‘em fucked up, all night
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| Taste this, it’s alright, bitch
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| Bottle after bottle
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| Bottle after bottle, yeah
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| My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| But ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup
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| Ay, my body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| (Ay, your body lookin' thicker)
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| My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| (Ay, your body lookin' thicker)
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup
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| Uh, many macks (Many macks)
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| All my potnas in this with straps (Straps)
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| Hood rich niggas got scratch (Got scratch)
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| Everybody with me don’t rap (They don’t rap, mayne)
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| What a night (What a night)
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| My homie almost got into a fight (To a fight)
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| Thundercat like to take flight (Take flight)
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| One-hitter-quitters like Mike
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| I was on (I was on)
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| Drunk a fifth of Heem to the dome (To the liq)
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| Blowin' on some green in my zone (My set)
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| Niggas better leave me alone
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| (Them niggas better leave me alone, man)
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| She a star (She a star)
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| Body lookin' hella up to par (Up to par)
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| Pulled a couple bottles from the bar (From the bar)
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| Now she wanna ride in my car (BIATCH…skee-skrt)
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| Bottle after bottle
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| Bottle after bottle, yeah
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| My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| But ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup
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| Ay, my body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| (Ay, your body lookin' thicker)
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| My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| (Ay, your body lookin' thicker)
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup
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| Look, I’m Jay-Hova in a Range Rover (Hova!)
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| I told Bey bring her bae over (Bring your girl over)
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| Mollywhop and ran a train on her
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| (Neck full of lipstick, filming like BangBus)
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| I’m a fuckin' player, no Gators, but I’m a vet
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| Bottle after bottle, my table, we keep it lit
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| Standing on the couch as my niggas throw up the set
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| Got ice on our fingers and neck, reppin' the West, yeah
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| We get wet on that Earl Stevens, mother pearl gleamin'
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| Pour four up in the Sprite, got your girl leanin'
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| She don’t wanna be saved but you payin' hoes
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| Every day I wake up gotta break a ho
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| Gotta break a ho, every day, I break a ho
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| Gotta her making dough in Las Vegas like a Raider though
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| ‘Zilla, then wake up at the Palms Suites
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| With a dimepiece, sippin' Dom P
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| More bottles, please
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| Bottle after bottle
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| Bottle after bottle, yeah
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| My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| But ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup
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| Ay, my body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| (Ay, your body lookin' thicker)
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| My body full of liquor, and your body lookin' thicker
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| (Ay, your body lookin' thicker)
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Ain’t no tellin' when I’ll wake up
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| Neck full of lipstick, shirt full of makeup |