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Don't be scared nigga put that bitch to work

Thinking bout beating me you better 
Put in some work 

Got'em grabbing at my coat tails
Running behind

the charts
Got to dance
Or at least rap along
Fodder can't keep up with this rapper long
Viet-Kong
Cause I'm hiding in the trees
Smoking up my eyeballs
Weed is

listen to waiter, they know this shit not satire
By the way if you not with us, we smoke you up and burn you like a tire

This shit we apart of, you pull

a waiter
You cant ever come here bro its danger
I just gotta get this paper
Tryna ball like my name was neymar
Got no time for a hater
I do not know that

step one drink at a time
I prefer my whiskey neat or occasional tequila with lime
I'm trying to wash away these troubles from my mind
Step by step one

the scape goat
some body get the waiter they need a second plate a
this knowledge if you aint got it you could catch it later
my money then lovers seperate

Want that shit by the pound now that's a good measurement
Gotta wrap it two times cause that shit got a heavy scent

We got xotti got xotti got xotti
My

'em up; we'll knock 'em down
I need a shot of whiskey to get by
'Cause I'm lonely, and I'm tired
Pot and cocaine's got me wired
And all my friends are

the truth?

I got dizzy drinking whiskey with myself
I got dizzy drinking whiskey with myself

Stay at my place
I wanna party with you
Pray all day
I

seen a 9 with a drumima terrorist
I got Stone Cold stunning bitches standing on the chairs
Off-White on my checks, baby these are not no Airs
If

for the show
Hear my words movin' slow, tonight you got too much to blow
You're waitin' by the bar, with your whiskey in a jar
Take me fast, take me

Gxno got another one
Whocaresjxke got another one

Have you ever ate at Mel's spot
Hit Rodeo, bunch of asian girls in shell tops
Flight club, I rock

for it baby
and when I fight it that's when my body gets to shaking 

You’ve got it
You’ve got me begging for it baby
and when I fight it that's when my

Whiskey & Gin

Dance Hall Crashers

Honey I'm Homely

1997

I tried to offer him
My shot of whiskey but he said I only drink gin
We sat there quietly purposely ignoring the room
He smiled whistfully, his

the wind blow by gettin’ lost in her angel eyes 
Feelin Sunday fine 

I’m feeling 
Sunday fine 
Fine bottle of whiskey got me Tennessee tipsy 
Them back

Oh I got whiskey in my coke 
It ain’t no fun in being broke
I got just enough to stay afloat 
Until the sun comes up and I live to love another day

a back road led by moonlight 
I got something to get off my chest 
Well, don't wanna waste another breath 

The Coors got me feelin' alright 
The whiskey

starts talking you out of my head
But that was the old me and he is good as dead
The Whiskey Ain't Talking
It ain't saying I need you
It ain't the things

still drunk from last night
Don't matter little lady got barrels to ride

She ain't just a whiskey barrel girl She's her kids and their daddy's world
She

a bottle of whiskey but I got no proof
That you showed up tonight in that dress
Just to mess with my head
So much for so long, out of sight, out of mind

Got on my leather jacket, thriller
There sure ain't nothin' iller
Man I'm a lady killer, if I want her I'ma steal her
I promise I could make her

people, stay by my 'lone and I'm stacking
Pretty girl wanna fuck with me, suck my dick she say I'm packing
I get the bag by myself
Don't ever ask for no

the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3

made it out alive
Bottle of whiskey for my sorrows
I'm not thinking about tomorrow
Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Who knew that Twenty Four could be
So