Letras

Born in a back alley on a Thursday So I reach for the tequila when I'm thirsty You don't like my friends, you think that they dirty I say I don't give no fuck and you should worry I'm not better off than the company I keep And they know espresso we can get the shots for cheap You know I take one home if I'm feeling horny 'Cause the only thing I feel these days is being lonely I chase my liquor with more liquor When I'm hanging with my niggas Pacman came through, he delivered You keep calling, I dismiss ya I chase my liquor with more liquor When I'm hanging with my niggas Pacman came through, he delivered You keep calling, I dismiss ya Just ate a pussy potsticker Girl, you so cold, make that pussy popsicle Girl, you supposed make that nigga buy liquor I hope you drove Uber here, don't gotta whip it I told her rosé is red and violence ain't new bae Number liquor stores galore where we stay Prolly why we grew up with bottled up battle scars Tequille O'Neal do magic on alcohol I'm doing alchemy on alcohol, I alkaline the water Then another shot, I'm Al Capone, shoot it 'til it's gone I shoot at least until I'm going a hundred miles an hour Back my home that petrol got me coming on strong like acetone Okay, I chased ambition, so ambitious Steppers with me, blessed, no fatigue Stick my fire, stick my weed Fronto on my tree, I got forces on my feet I don't chase hoes, but I chase my liquor with more liquor When I'm hanging with my niggas Pacman came through, he delivered You keep calling, I dismiss ya I chase my liquor with more liquor When I'm hanging with my niggas Pacman came through, he delivered You keep calling, I dismiss ya I chase my liquor with more liquor When I'm hanging with my niggas Pacman came through, he delivered You keep calling, I dismiss ya I chase my liquor with more liquor When I'm hanging with my niggas Pacman came through, he delivered You keep calling, I dismiss ya You wanna act a fool You wanna show up to my spot You wanna blow it up You wanna run your fucking mouth, but I'm not having that So I'ma hike it then I throw it like a quarterback 'Cause nigga we don't play I said shoulders, chest, knees, and toes Don't be scared girl, get down on the floor Now drop that shit and roll with it Drinkin' hella liquor, so you know we feel it Just ate a pussy potsticker Girl, you so cold, make that pussy popsicle Girl, you supposed make that nigga buy liquor I hope you drove Uber here, don't gotta whip it Just ate a pussy potsticker Girl, you so cold, make that pussy popsicle Girl, you supposed make that nigga buy liquor I hope you drove Uber here, don't gotta whip it
Writer(s): Kari Johnson, Christopher Smith, Pier Forni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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