Liquored Up

It's the funnest part
Ah, this shit
Yeah
Oo
Yeah
Hold up, hold up
Oh let me start that drink off

Liquored up, liquored up, liquored up
Liquored up, liquored up, liquored up
Liquored up, liquored up, liquored up
Liquored up, Oo
Liquored up, liquored up, Yeah
Liquored up, liquored up, liquored up, Oo
Uh, Yeah
Liquored up, liquored up

Lord forgive me I'm out of control
Whatcha mean you out of Cointreau?
Where the fuck my nigguh C'Lo?
We offensive
Y'all nigguhs D'most

Y'all nigguhs
Hold up, uh
Y'all ain't got shit to say
Where the Grand Marnier?
Y'all nigguh
Hold up, uh
Yo these nigguhs acting up
Where my nigguh named Go Hard Gus?

Come thru every time they talking
Y'all don't like it
Get Johnny Walkin'
Gü$ and Green
'Bout they profit
She come through
And come for the profit

She cum for the prophet
XO cafe shots like a faucet
No sense to share
My bitches all ten
But they dime a dozen
I'm just living for the moment

What the fuck?!
Girl you crazy
How the fuck you think
I'm gonna let ya have my babies
Oh she go hard, huh?
But she never met the likes
Of a nigguh named Go Hard Gus

Girl, that's cool doe
Already got the whip so
What the fuck we need that room for?
All night doe?
Alright doe
But this thing
Bring the game like Alonzo

Liquored up, liquored up, Yeah
Liquored up, liquored up, Yeah
Liquored up, liquored up
Liquored up

Liquored up, liquored up, liquored up
Me and my tribe
We stay liquored up
The flow is the only thing switching up
You looking for love
I'm looking for billions

I'm sorry have you seen
All my billions
Must've got lost
With the billings huh?
A couple new ceilings
Is not enough
I deal in double cups
Where my big pharma cut?

He talking tough
But he sweet Amaretto
Nicer than bitches
I fucked in stilettos
He watch his manners
When no one is watching
He so polite, boy
Now look how he conscious

Stop acting criminal
Purely on principle
You are not lyrical
You are too typical
This is too biblical
Archiepiscopal
Paradisiacal
This shit subliminal

We talking meta
but down to get physical
We heard the shit that you talking too
Just ask ya homie
Who he done been talking to
He ain't been telling da truth
Come thru with proof
I fucked ya boo
Dog not an amateur
This Déjà vu
Smashed in the coupe
Smashed in the booth
She with the biffle
You never got thru
She came with us too
And that shit was cool

We got the proof, proof, proof, proof, yeah!
Liquored up
We got the proof, proof, proof, proof, yeah!

We got the proof
She wasn't liquored up
Tipsy she spilled it
And licked it up
I be finessing the whip
Yo chick busy
Caressing my stick
She grinding ya gears
She coming too quick
Hop out that bitch
I keep my bitches rotating
Like they sunbathing
Nigguhs be roasting
Much as I'm toasting
Steady be toasted

You ain't really got shit
Why is you boasting
We be boating so wet like we floating
Not sorry for gloating
But we going globe'n
Rinse and repeat in the morning

Up in the morning
Liquored up, liquored up
Liquored up
Up in the morning
We liquored up, liquored up
We got the proof



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Writer(s): Gü$
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