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Rubi Rose - Whole Lotta Liquor (feat. Future & PARTYNEXTDOOR)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rubi Rose
Rubi Rose
Vocals
PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Habib Defoundoux
Habib Defoundoux
Songwriter
Jahron Brathwaite
Jahron Brathwaite
Songwriter
Deavon Petty Chisolm
Deavon Petty Chisolm
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Rubi Rose Benton
Rubi Rose Benton
Songwriter
Rui Wen Pan
Rui Wen Pan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PARTYNEXTDOOR
PARTYNEXTDOOR
Producer
Habib Defoundoux
Habib Defoundoux
Producer
Young Buddha
Young Buddha
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Damn (pour) Got me takin' shots and I don't even drink (super, yeah, yeah) Fuck it (pour), pour me up Yeah, baby, don't act crazy Yeah, som' 'bout me, like, oh Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah Yeah (Rubi) He know I like to bite so, he bite back (back) Send a lil' money on my Cashapp (Cashapp) Ain't sayin' love, that ho bounce back (ayy, ayy) Uh, yeah, give me all (all) Put that all for the pounds, boy (boo) He show love (love) I was here for a day, now it's money on the floor (floor) Uh, don't you love when I pull up your way? (Your way, ayy) Don't you love how I play in your bank? (Bank) These mimosas, I'm ready to drank (drank) Don't you love how you be the only one? (only one) I'm bummin', this shit be ridiculous (ridiculous) Don't be playin' them games like you innocent (ayy) Keep it runnin', don't game on no pretty bitch Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta Promethazine High in love, blame it on ecstasy Trappin' out apartments, yeah, yeah Feelin' like a Martian, yeah, yeah Whole lotta drugs, it's a shame that's a guarantee Whole lotta molly, wanna point a finger at me Whole lotta liquor, ooh, she do it like a demon I'ma keep on my bezels too, they wet like we creamin' Geeky (ayy), nasty (yeah, uh) Backshots, slappin' (uh) I take a shot, get loose (ooh) This pussy still yours, come grab it (grab it) Whole lotta liquor (shots) Body look real, real right, got a whole lotta niggas He was on my line all night Fuckin' with the lights on, ice one (ice) Fuckin' with a boss, can't buy one (can't buy one) He love it, he tells me it's tight (ayy) Leather jacket, I ride like a bike (bike, ooh) He creepin', he waitin' to slide (slide) He pull up my pane, slide (inside) Whole lotta rounds (ooh), a whole lotta liquor (ooh) So you can't keep up when I ride I'm a big dawg, you fuck lil' niggas, can't help if you downgraded I could ship you out to South of France, girl, just change up the location We could sex all day but it ain't gon' do no good, you can't make me better (better) Every time I get high, I get possessive and jealous (why?) Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta liquor in me Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta liquor in me I do tight, tight melodies I do crime, soft felonies Lotta liquor in me, lotta, lotta liquor in me Lotta liquor in me, yeah, got a lotta liquor in me, whoa Temper 'em, crack the top off the top sardine (super) Ayy
Writer(s): Rui Wen Pan, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Habib Defoundoux, Rubi Rose Benton, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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