Mo' Liquor

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Born in a back alley on a Thursday
 So I reach for the tequila when I'm thirsty
 You don't like my friends, you think that they dirty
 I say I don't give no fuck and you should worry
 I'm not better off than the company I keep
 And they know espresso we can get the shots for cheap
 You know I take one home if I'm feeling horny
 'Cause the only thing I feel these days is being lonely
 I chase my liquor with more liquor
 When I'm hanging with my niggas
 Pacman came through, he delivered
 You keep calling, I dismiss ya
 I chase my liquor with more liquor
 When I'm hanging with my niggas
 Pacman came through, he delivered
 You keep calling, I dismiss ya
 Just ate a pussy potsticker
 Girl, you so cold, make that pussy popsicle
 Girl, you supposed make that nigga buy liquor
 I hope you drove Uber here, don't gotta whip it
 I told her rosé is red and violence ain't new bae
 Number liquor stores galore where we stay
 Prolly why we grew up with bottled up battle scars
 Tequille O'Neal do magic on alcohol
 I'm doing alchemy on alcohol, I alkaline the water
 Then another shot, I'm Al Capone, shoot it 'til it's gone
 I shoot at least until I'm going a hundred miles an hour
 Back my home that petrol got me coming on strong like acetone
 Okay, I chased ambition, so ambitious
 Steppers with me, blessed, no fatigue
 Stick my fire, stick my weed
 Fronto on my tree, I got forces on my feet
 I don't chase hoes, but
 I chase my liquor with more liquor
 When I'm hanging with my niggas
 Pacman came through, he delivered
 You keep calling, I dismiss ya
 I chase my liquor with more liquor
 When I'm hanging with my niggas
 Pacman came through, he delivered
 You keep calling, I dismiss ya
 I chase my liquor with more liquor
 When I'm hanging with my niggas
 Pacman came through, he delivered
 You keep calling, I dismiss ya
 I chase my liquor with more liquor
 When I'm hanging with my niggas
 Pacman came through, he delivered
 You keep calling, I dismiss ya
 You wanna act a fool
 You wanna show up to my spot
 You wanna blow it up
 You wanna run your fucking mouth, but I'm not having that
 So I'ma hike it then I throw it like a quarterback
 'Cause nigga we don't play
 I said shoulders, chest, knees, and toes
 Don't be scared girl, get down on the floor
 Now drop that shit and roll with it
 Drinkin' hella liquor, so you know we feel it
 Just ate a pussy potsticker
 Girl, you so cold, make that pussy popsicle
 Girl, you supposed make that nigga buy liquor
 I hope you drove Uber here, don't gotta whip it
 Just ate a pussy potsticker
 Girl, you so cold, make that pussy popsicle
 Girl, you supposed make that nigga buy liquor
 I hope you drove Uber here, don't gotta whip it
 

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Duration
02:50
Key
1
Tempo
100 BPM

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