D E E P in N Y
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Nourmand
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