Drunk Asl

Marco Innis bitch uh
Marco Innis bitch uh
Marco Innis bitch uh

Marco Innis bitch uh
This bitch drunk as hell trying to drink a fifth
This bitch drunk as hell trying to drink a fifth
This bitch drunk as hell trying to drink a fifth
This bitch drunk as hell trying to drink a fifth
Shorty trying to drink ah fifth
This bitch drunk as hell trying to drink sum beer
I don't drink no beer
I don't drink no beer
Bitch get your drunk ass outta my ear

Bitch can you hear
Can you hear
Bitch trying to get in my face
Told her to get outta here
Bitch don't hop behind that wheel if your ass drunk
I think she part of the mob
She got to bitch in a trunk
She said please don't tell nobody
You know I'm really sorry
I hope this bitch not on no Jeffery Dahmer shit
Bitch you gon' have to dip
She reaching for her hip
Thought I had to blast her ass but she grabbing her phone
Damn she dropped her phone
She bent down and seen her thong
This bitch trying to prolong
She trying to prolong
This bitch drunk as hell
This bitch drunk as hell
Had to wish her well
Had to wish her well
Wish her well
Had to wish her well
Wish her well
Had to wish her well
Wish her well
Had to wish her well
Wish her well
Had to wish her well

Eat that pussy up and it ain't got no smell
The way she doing that shit would a thought she was compelled
This bitch listening to K. Michelle
My boy plugging for the za his name is Raphael
The way we kicking shit you would a thought we was from Brazil
The way we 'bout our bucks you would a thought we was from the Mil
This bitch so petite this bitch looking like she need a meal
The way we stay in tac would a thought we got it from Navy Seal
Just got some wo-o-ock had to pop the seal
Free Quoddy I just pray that they give him an appeal
Give him an appeal
This bitch done took a pill
This bitch stumbling, oou, while she wearing heels
Girl you stumbling off the fucking pill
Baby don't hop behind that mf wheel no
Even in the summer my heart cold, cold
Life too short baby we gon' get old, old
Promise me baby that you'll never fold, fold
She shaking that ass while touching her toes, toes
If I eat we all eat that's the code, code
WB and CFN you know that's the bros

They fuck around fuck on your hoe
They fuck around and fuck on your hoe
They fuck around fuck on your hoe
They fuck around fuck on your hoe
They fuck around fuck on your hoe
They fuck around fuck on your hoe
They fuck around fuck on your hoe
They fuck around fuck on your hoe
They fuck around fuck on your hoe
They fuck around fuck on your hoe
Uh pour a four
Uh, told her get out the door
This bitch talking 'bout she lactose
Bitch your ass ain't lactose



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Writer(s): Dimarco Sylvestre
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