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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Too $hort
Too $hort
Vocals
E-40
E-40
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Floyd A1 Bentley
Floyd A1 Bentley
Songwriter
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
Earl Stevens
Earl Stevens
Songwriter
Dameion P Roy Jr
Dameion P Roy Jr
Songwriter
Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr.
Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr.
Songwriter
Yann Espinosa
Yann Espinosa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Floyd A1 Bentley
Floyd A1 Bentley
Producer
Bongo ByTheWay
Bongo ByTheWay
Producer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Ekzakt
Ekzakt
Recording Engineer
YAYA
YAYA
Producer

Lyrics

E-Feezy $hort, $hort (A1, this beat slaps) I'm too lit, she f-d up We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy) She too lit (Lit), she f-d up We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy, yeah) Damn, bust that thing open (Bust) Show me how you bust that thing open Huh, what you waitin' for? Don't mind them lil' guys, this a Draco (Grrah) I'll light up his top like a halo (Woo) They'll shut down this block if I say so (You already know) You a yes man, my n-s on payroll That's your best friend, tell that h-, "Stay close" If you ain't f-n', bet she will for the pesos Take a shot (Take a shot), toot it up (Toot it up) Now make it drop (Make it drop) Bring it back (Bring it back), then make it pop (Make it pop) She a hickory-dickory-thot (Sorry, ow) She do freaky things off that tequila Got her roommate, they live on Reseda Give them both the business, two cheerleaders Thizz face, listenin' to Mac Dre like I'm from the Bay I'm too lit, she f-d up We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy) She too lit (Lit), she f-d up (Woo, woo) We wish that we could get undrunk (Ayy, yeah) Uh, she L-I-T (L-I-T), she lit (She lit) She f-k with me (F-k with me), I'm it (I'm it) She a cutie, her booty shaped like a heart, she hella smart And she got a-s like her auntie, yeah, that part I ain't a sucka, I ain't a weirdo, I ain't a goof and I ain't a clown I throw a b-h in the air and break her 'fore she hit the ground When I was in elementary, I was quiet, my pockets was on a diet I woke up and I decided Wind it slow, bring it back, be a beast with it (Be a beast with it) Shake it fast, hit the gas, f-k a speed limit Watch your back (watch your back), touch your knees (touch your knees) Put it on me, make you feel it through your jeans I'm too lit (The yay), she f-d up (Woo, woo) We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah) She too lit (Brr), she f-d up (Woo, woo) We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Why they gotta say it like $hort? I go hard, f-k sleep If the b-h with me, she's a freak (Freak) $hort dawg, you know me I got her playin' with her p-y in the VIP She said, "I like your songs I wanna give you this thing all night long" She took 'em off and threw her thong And said, "Daddy, can you take me home?" I said Take a shot (Take a shot), toot it up (Toot it up) Now make it drop (Make it drop) Bring it back, then make it pop (Make it pop) She a hickory-dickory-thot (Sorry, ha) She do freaky things off that tequila Got her roommate, they live on Reseda (Woo) Give them both the business, two cheerleaders If one get drunk, then she follow the leader (Woo) I'm too lit (Lit), she f-d up (Woo, woo) We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah) She too lit (Brr), she f-d up We wish that we could get undrunk (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Christopher Maurice Brown, Todd Anthony Shaw, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Bobby Jr Turner, Yann Frederic Nicolas Espinosa, Dameion P. Roy Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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