Shots
Aye yo, pour another shot uh the henny (double it)
Make it take a toll on my body (triple it)
Triple it, licky, fuck me totally
Rather self inflict than bruise up her body
Pour another shot uh the henny (double it)
Make it take a toll on my body (triple it)
Triple it, licky, fuck me totally
Rather self inflict than bruise up her body
One shot, 3 shot, 5
One more till I die
Wifey wit that guy
Baby got a whole other man
I thought that you're love was so sure we used love like it is a cure now your face I don't see anymore
Head straight, just land a job, now ting safe, we flying anyway,
Always have food on our plate
Now Our best days, gone to waste, see the tear on face
Oh baby why you do me dat
One shot, 3 shot, 5
One more till I die
Wifey wit that guy
Baby got a whole other man
I thought that you're love was so sure we used love like it is a cure now your face I don't see anymore.
Okay and we back again
Even though the last time we said its over
Like a back to back ride, rollercoaster
Think I'm sick off her love, cold shoulder
She shaped like a coke bottle, a real work of art
But you know that pretty people lack in the heart
So where should I start?
At the beginning or jump to the ending?
Because you took me through a loophole
Gone off that Henny
Wanting that Fendi, and Remy
A material girl
Don't get lost in this cold world
Baby pour it up
5 shots and now my perspective is spinning
I should've known we ain't have the same vision... (forreal)
Baby is it true, do you have a ting for another man, ohh
Is it what he got or his birthday suite
Good vibes now but does he love you
Good lawd
Dis man have my girl
He have the The lock my girl is his girl
Baby come back that ting vital, and the good sex that make the sky fall.
And I had de ting lock just for you
Any little thing you want me do
Anything you want you get that's thru
Aye yo, pour another shot uh the henny (double it)
Make it take a toll on my body (triple it)
Triple it, licky, fuck me totally.
Rather self inflict than bruise up her body
Someone callup the bartender tell him that I want her call name
One shot, 3 shot, 5
One more till I die
Wifey wit that guy
Baby with a whole other man
I thought that you're love it was so sure
We used love like it is a cure
Now your face i don't see anymore.1.32
Mmmm
Make it take a toll on my body (triple it)
Triple it, licky, fuck me totally
Rather self inflict than bruise up her body
Pour another shot uh the henny (double it)
Make it take a toll on my body (triple it)
Triple it, licky, fuck me totally
Rather self inflict than bruise up her body
One shot, 3 shot, 5
One more till I die
Wifey wit that guy
Baby got a whole other man
I thought that you're love was so sure we used love like it is a cure now your face I don't see anymore
Head straight, just land a job, now ting safe, we flying anyway,
Always have food on our plate
Now Our best days, gone to waste, see the tear on face
Oh baby why you do me dat
One shot, 3 shot, 5
One more till I die
Wifey wit that guy
Baby got a whole other man
I thought that you're love was so sure we used love like it is a cure now your face I don't see anymore.
Okay and we back again
Even though the last time we said its over
Like a back to back ride, rollercoaster
Think I'm sick off her love, cold shoulder
She shaped like a coke bottle, a real work of art
But you know that pretty people lack in the heart
So where should I start?
At the beginning or jump to the ending?
Because you took me through a loophole
Gone off that Henny
Wanting that Fendi, and Remy
A material girl
Don't get lost in this cold world
Baby pour it up
5 shots and now my perspective is spinning
I should've known we ain't have the same vision... (forreal)
Baby is it true, do you have a ting for another man, ohh
Is it what he got or his birthday suite
Good vibes now but does he love you
Good lawd
Dis man have my girl
He have the The lock my girl is his girl
Baby come back that ting vital, and the good sex that make the sky fall.
And I had de ting lock just for you
Any little thing you want me do
Anything you want you get that's thru
Aye yo, pour another shot uh the henny (double it)
Make it take a toll on my body (triple it)
Triple it, licky, fuck me totally.
Rather self inflict than bruise up her body
Someone callup the bartender tell him that I want her call name
One shot, 3 shot, 5
One more till I die
Wifey wit that guy
Baby with a whole other man
I thought that you're love it was so sure
We used love like it is a cure
Now your face i don't see anymore.1.32
Mmmm
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Writer(s): Wesley James
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