Lyrics:
beer, three, four
Leave your problems and your bullshit at the door
Don't ask me if she's coming back I ain't sure
Bartender keep pouring til' I hit
Beer on the wall
Ninety-nine bottles of
Beer on the wall
Beer on the wall
We came to get
Tipsy
We came to drink
We fill the ship 'til we sink
We came
alcohol
So what you need?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week
Gotta get drunk man 'til I can't even
alcohol
So what you need?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week
Gotta get drunk man 'til I can't even
beer, three, four
Leave your problems and your bullshit at the door
Don't ask me if she's coming back I ain't sure
Bartender keep pouring til' I hit
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99 Bottles of Beer on the wall we pissy drunk at the players ball/
3rd Verse
glass and he starts to say
And he says hold my beer, watch me son
We're gonna tear it up 'til the morning comes
Doesn't matter how early or late in
'fore I have to load up, hollow tips as they explode up
Leave you pussy niggas wet as chocha stankin? with the odor
Bring your own beer to the party,
ain't got a beer
See I ain't got a care kill them now and reap the benefits
Coldest nigga out and I ain't sold no fucking disc
Henny bottle-eater, 3
JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls
The countdown's on when the first beer hits me
5-4-3-2-1 too many
Come on!
Nah, I never been the kind to quit
Won't stop 'til I get to the bottom of this
JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out
privatfest
Drikker dig under bordet til din egen fucking privatfest
Det det beer til det pong
Det det shot til det spin
Nu fyrer vi opus
Er det AUX eller
It'll still be three hours til the sun reaches it's peak
And I'll be out here workin' til 5:33
It's been a long day
It's gonna be a looooong
Night
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted
Ain't gotta turn on the lights, I take a shot in the dark
Goin' round after round
that's all I need
Beer for breakfast to make my heart bleed
Yeah
I got three reasons to just stay alive
Budweiser, Miller and Colt 45
I'll drink like
you do, til you say you do, til you say you do
So I'm counting down the seconds til you say you do
Til you say you do, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
So I'm counting
need
Beer for breakfast to make my heart bleed
Yeah
I got three reasons to just stay alive
Budweiser, Miller, and Colt 45
I'll drink like a bachelor
shot two shots, three shots floor
Cause she don't love me, she don't love me anymore
Anymore any any
Any more beer beer
Any more wine
Any more a any
world like a battle in rap
And react a mother fucking spasmatic attack
It's like that
How I chill
2-3 Til
How I chill
2-3 Til
How I chill
2-3 Til
How I
a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again, everybody go
Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna
sammen tapper noen chicks
Og vi tapper noen til
Ja ja vi har det helt topp
Ja vi tar det helt opp
Men vi må fortsatt få det ned vi spiller beer pong
Ja vi
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