Lyrics:
know I'm drinkin'
I be smooth, then I lose it, yeah, yeah now
Close the opera
Hear the red and blue outside, I think our option's up
I recrossed it
Midnight chillin' at AM/PM
Coolin' drinkin' apple juice
In Evil's BM
The sound's up loud
To attract attention
ArmoraAll'd tires
On a lowered
You see the whiskey
Had them girls feelin' frisky
You was with me, she said
"Who's your sensei?"
And even if they wanna get busy
And freaky like Missy
sky
Her cold breath smells like the whiskeys and coke
We drink together
And my song turns a lighter blue
As you kiss me there
When the sun goes red I
comin' into view
Because you've made a living' drinkin' whiskey and stealin'
Tonight you're runnin' from the noose
A lonesome bandido singin' bandido
as for me and Grandper, we believe
She'd been drinkin' too much whiskey
And we'd begged her not to go
But she'd forgot her medication
And she stumbled out
At TJ's and I'm already drunk
Just running on a whiskey spunk
Hit up the strip club throw some Queen E's
Bitches love to hustle just like a Geenie
Go
or a Zig-Zag
Eyes red like a broad on a rag
My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive
When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine
Funkin'
touche
Happy rapper Blueface
Got the adapter, Blue-ray
I'm just hopin' I can get some of this purple Kool-Aid
Let's pretend I'm new to this
I know not what
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove a block to that shop with the liquor inside
Singin' 'Gin and Juice'
Drinkin' whiskey and rye
Thinkin' this'll be
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln."
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
Red on the head
Like the dick of a dog
Blue and bitter as a slaughter house hog
She'll take you to bed
If you're a prince or a frog
She's red
Gainesville
Pretty, radiant and warm
Drinkin' whiskey til hes had his fill
Inspired by a summer storm
[Chorus]
chest
Screamin’ help me!
Somebody come save me from myself
All I wanna do is feel like everybody else
Drinkin’ whiskey, smell like smoke, did ya miss
Laying back against this windshield
Parked out in this Georgia red field
This is where we burn our summer nights
Lonely little lipstick kisses
With the red top down
Starlit sky
Pretty little blue gleam in her eyes, she's my
California girl
I saw her about a month ago
Long blonde hair
smokin, drinkin, I just might die tonight
I just gave a cup to Becky, now thinkin that she ready
Ever met C gettin nakey, there go Keisha, there she sexy
the sound by the way
Count it down, by the days (ooh)
To myself, know they wicked, with the moves (ooh, ooh)
I'm drinkin', off the juice, know I'm drinkin
like that old neon sign on the wall
Blue eyes in the corner lookin' like she wants my number in her phone
So much for drinkin' alone
Buy a round
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
drinkin' red wine
Don't call me when the party ends
You think you've got it made
But you're just a sad parade
Come back when it ain't raining
Come
your cups up and I’m drinkin’, tryna get fucked up
They buyin’ it for me , I’m locked up and I’m looking for Scoob
They showin’ cleavage so free drinks
a week, that's a dead line (Fah)
Each state, drinkin' red wine
Sittin' at the bar up at Ruth Chris (yeah)
Drunk as hell, screamin', "Fuck everybody"
Order
They grew him up in Texas
But they can't have him back
He's red white and boots
My favorite shot to shoot
Yeah whiskey in his kisses
Sunset in his
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