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Bobby Nourmand - D E E P in N Y (feat. DOC & Goodmorning)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Nourmand
Bobby Nourmand
Performer
Doc
Doc
Vocals
GoodMorning
GoodMorning
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Nourmand
Bobby Nourmand
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Nourmand
Bobby Nourmand
Producer

Lyrics

I'm fucked up I got my liquor I got my liver It's over (it's over) I'm leavin' (I'm leavin') I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up) I ain't got no reason (I ain't got no reason) Just hit my liquor (just hit my liquor) Hit my liver (hit my liver) Hit the dance floor (hit the dance floor) Get it in quicker (get it in quicker) It's over, it's over I'm leavin', you're leavin' I'm fucked up and you're fucked up For no reason Just hit my liquor (your liquor) Hit that liver (hit that liver) Hit the dance floor (hit the dance floor) Get it in quicker (get it in quicker) Shoes off, hands up, everybody get up Crew's off, let 'em know that everything did up Right wing clothes and my left wing pals Breaded up flying like a jet wing now Whip let it up soon as I get that thing down Sunset strip, kick, shoulda been in town Interrupt flows like a hiccup (hiccup) Ice bling blaow and my breath leaned it up Ice King now, we ain't never gotta give up Transparent everything, never gotta dig up Dirt on 'em 'cause the word on 'em is a villa with a Killer views, where they find 'em in the winter And I interview a little bottle to the liver And I'm in the nude but I'm modelling a sister Kiss the girls and I make them cry Piff hit a bitch with a Asian eye It's over, it's over I'm leavin', you're leavin' I'm fucked up and you're fucked up For no reason (no reason) Just hit that liquor (your liquor) Hit that liver (hit that liver) Hit the dance floor (hit the dance floor) Get it in quicker (get it in quicker) It's over, it's over I'm leavin', you're leavin' I'm fucked up and you're fucked up For no reason (ain't got no reason) Just hit my liquor (my liquor) Hit that liver (hit my liver) Hit the dance floor (hit the dance floor) Get it in quicker (get it in quicker) She said "I don't think you'll ever lose or finish 'Cause every time I get to see the news, you're in it." Yes love, and I'm on my New York minute I could change your li-life in a New York Minute New York fitted, two door kitty Kinfolk in it and my windows tinted People like I gotta have a King Dos in it We just gettin' litted, smoking indo spinach Pray, how you doin', how you been, jump in it Shorty named Perignon, gin, rum bring it Line, no scrimmage, guiness with a lime Two bitches if you want it that's fine, let's get it Everything good, everything good Stoned in the zone and my home life good Snapback sittin' on my dome like good (Snapback sittin' on my dome like good) It's over I'm leavin' You got me fucked up and you're fucked up For no reason Won't sip my liquor (my liquor) Fuck my liver (my liver) Let's get it all now Get it in quicker (get it in quicker) It's over, it's over I'm leavin', you're leavin' I'm fucked up and you're fucked up For no reason Won't sip my liquor (your liquor) Fuck my liver (my liver) Let's get it all now Get it in quicker (deep in the night) Get it in quicker (deep in the night) Get it in quicker (deep in the night) Deep in the night Deep in the night Deep in the night Deep in the night Deep in the night Deep in the night Deep in the night Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
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