Pour One
If you want a drink, I can pour one
If you want to link, I can pour one
Girl, you something else
I'm staring at my phone, I get a text message
Asked what I'm doing, I replied so dry, "jack shit"
So you took the hint
"You finna come over?"
Just getting off of work, got some time to remove clothes
I mean
Girl, what're you trying to do?
We're grown without a curfew, we sure can rendezvous in the bedroom
Girl, don't tempt me for real
Casamigos sure is lethal, girl you better go and pour one
Up
I'm looking in the cup
It's sizzling
Fizzing and the drink is going to make me feel belligerent, common sense is missing
"You're hitting this?"
I mean if you're offering
Girl, I'll praise that body like tithes and offerings
What're you offering?
I mean, outside of the sex
Can you wash and fold laundry?
Know how to use some Windex?
I ain't lying, I'm tempted to hit it
But you're giving gold digger and I ain't really with it
I'll move on to the next
Yeah, I went and worked hard then I got my weight up
Swear I wouldn't date her
Shorty want my paper
Then you'll run off to your friends, talking about how you slayed him
Girl, you ain't slayed a thing but them edges
You ain't slayed them enough
Cause they need some control
Swear to god I ain't putting nothing in that loose hole
Used up
Shriveled up
You can still hit my phone
You can still pour one though
You can remove your clothes
Recreational use only, QB won't wife a hoe
What're we drinking though?
Pinot Grigio?
Don Julio?
Info, I need more
Girl, this ain't comical
Open that bottle though
Why're you tripping for real? I thought you told me you wasn't stunting
Said your man let you go, so it wasn't nothing
Forget about all that tonight
The stress and this life
You can still pour one though
She's looking in my eyes, me and shorty just pillow talking
Bouncing back and forth between the subjects and every topic
Browsing shorty's catalog as if I was doing shopping
Little did she know, I already know I got a discount
Girl, don't be pissed off
I wasn't going to miss out
Giving me the mean mug, leaned in and kissed her
Fixed her
Hey, shorty now you feel better?
"Yeah, but grab some more liquor so we can pour one"
Up
I'm looking in the cup
It's sizzling
Fizzing and the drink is going to make me feel belligerent, common sense is missing
"You're hitting this?"
I mean if you're offering
Girl, I'll praise that body like tithes and offerings
What're you offering?
I mean, outside of the sex
Can you wash and fold laundry?
Know how to use some Windex?
I ain't lying, I'm tempted to hit it
But you're giving gold digger and I ain't really with it
I'll move on to the next
Yeah, I went and worked hard then I got my weight up
Swear I wouldn't date her
Shorty want my paper
Then you'll run off to your friends, talking about how you slayed him
Girl, you ain't slayed a thing but them edges
You ain't slayed them enough
Cause they need some control
Swear to god I ain't putting nothing in that loose hole
Used up
Shriveled up
You can still hit my phone
You can still pour one though
You can remove your clothes
Recreational use only, QB won't wife a hoe
What're we drinking though?
Pinot Grigio?
Don Julio?
Info, I need more
Girl, this ain't comical
Open that bottle though
Why're you tripping for real? I thought you told me you wasn't stunting
Said your man let you go, so it wasn't nothing
Forget about all that tonight
The stress and this life
You can still pour one though
If you want a drink, I can pour one
If you want to link, I can pour one
Girl, you something else
If you want to link, I can pour one
Girl, you something else
I'm staring at my phone, I get a text message
Asked what I'm doing, I replied so dry, "jack shit"
So you took the hint
"You finna come over?"
Just getting off of work, got some time to remove clothes
I mean
Girl, what're you trying to do?
We're grown without a curfew, we sure can rendezvous in the bedroom
Girl, don't tempt me for real
Casamigos sure is lethal, girl you better go and pour one
Up
I'm looking in the cup
It's sizzling
Fizzing and the drink is going to make me feel belligerent, common sense is missing
"You're hitting this?"
I mean if you're offering
Girl, I'll praise that body like tithes and offerings
What're you offering?
I mean, outside of the sex
Can you wash and fold laundry?
Know how to use some Windex?
I ain't lying, I'm tempted to hit it
But you're giving gold digger and I ain't really with it
I'll move on to the next
Yeah, I went and worked hard then I got my weight up
Swear I wouldn't date her
Shorty want my paper
Then you'll run off to your friends, talking about how you slayed him
Girl, you ain't slayed a thing but them edges
You ain't slayed them enough
Cause they need some control
Swear to god I ain't putting nothing in that loose hole
Used up
Shriveled up
You can still hit my phone
You can still pour one though
You can remove your clothes
Recreational use only, QB won't wife a hoe
What're we drinking though?
Pinot Grigio?
Don Julio?
Info, I need more
Girl, this ain't comical
Open that bottle though
Why're you tripping for real? I thought you told me you wasn't stunting
Said your man let you go, so it wasn't nothing
Forget about all that tonight
The stress and this life
You can still pour one though
She's looking in my eyes, me and shorty just pillow talking
Bouncing back and forth between the subjects and every topic
Browsing shorty's catalog as if I was doing shopping
Little did she know, I already know I got a discount
Girl, don't be pissed off
I wasn't going to miss out
Giving me the mean mug, leaned in and kissed her
Fixed her
Hey, shorty now you feel better?
"Yeah, but grab some more liquor so we can pour one"
Up
I'm looking in the cup
It's sizzling
Fizzing and the drink is going to make me feel belligerent, common sense is missing
"You're hitting this?"
I mean if you're offering
Girl, I'll praise that body like tithes and offerings
What're you offering?
I mean, outside of the sex
Can you wash and fold laundry?
Know how to use some Windex?
I ain't lying, I'm tempted to hit it
But you're giving gold digger and I ain't really with it
I'll move on to the next
Yeah, I went and worked hard then I got my weight up
Swear I wouldn't date her
Shorty want my paper
Then you'll run off to your friends, talking about how you slayed him
Girl, you ain't slayed a thing but them edges
You ain't slayed them enough
Cause they need some control
Swear to god I ain't putting nothing in that loose hole
Used up
Shriveled up
You can still hit my phone
You can still pour one though
You can remove your clothes
Recreational use only, QB won't wife a hoe
What're we drinking though?
Pinot Grigio?
Don Julio?
Info, I need more
Girl, this ain't comical
Open that bottle though
Why're you tripping for real? I thought you told me you wasn't stunting
Said your man let you go, so it wasn't nothing
Forget about all that tonight
The stress and this life
You can still pour one though
If you want a drink, I can pour one
If you want to link, I can pour one
Girl, you something else
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