Lyrics

Get fucked up, get bud Just don't leave your drink around me 'Cause the shit will get drunk up Everybody fuck around Shut the fuck up I can't even hear what you're saying, girl Shut up Jokes, I'm playing, I'm drunk, fuck Oh shit, oh my god, I'm so fucked up, what's up? Yeah, girl, stick your butt up Shake it all around Make the dollar, pound, peso, yen, rupee And groovy, just like a movie Ooey, truly zooted out I don't even know what it to do me Move it out, move it in Okay, let me do it again... Okay Sweaty, heady, Eddie Spaghetti told me to chill out Tryna cause some fun so I pulled a bunch of bills out The booze ain't the problem The other shit it lead to When it come to wildin' believe in no equal Me and Bikram drunk and we wildin' in Queens Promoter buggin, screamin' "Who the fuck invited Heems?" So much Bacardi started speaking dumb Then I tried to snub Dap It must've been Puerto Rican rum Young Amitabh, I'm a don Single malt neat, I prefer Oban Or that aged shit, twenty-five Mcallan Mommy drunk quick 'cause she only eat salads Pissy drunk, wildin' drunk 'Bout to get dissy Huh?
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Himanshu Suri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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