Drinks Lyrics

Drinks lyrics

[Intro]
This is for my ladies,
Sexy like champagne Glass,
You what I'm
talking about,
A reflection of a Pena Colada,
Listen up…
[Verse
1]
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches
like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
my thirst wit you and a friend
Instead of the juice and gin,
Why don't I
pour out the drink and you hop in,
Glass full of ass for a true mutha
fucka,
Wit that that turquoise Coogi on,
You remind me of a blue mutha
fucka,
Your friend was sexy when I seen her in prada,
But I think Gina
was hotta,
Cause her skin tone was like a Pina colada,
I saw two Japanese
chicks that got bodies,
So I ordered them a mi tia and hot saki,
Then I
got cocky,
And asked them do they come to this club a lot,
Well ya got a
brotha hot,
Hop in my bubble drop,
Can I get a double shot?
Or get wit
these two mamacita one wit the karma of margarita,
The other one like two
shots of tequila,
And they all fine I really don't know what to think,
As
I get bubble and choose and try to figure out,
[Chorus]
What's my favorite
drink,
Girl can I sip on you,
Sip on, [4x]
What's my favorite
drink,
[Verse 2]
Know not to bring no Neapolitan ass,
I like the one
that makes your face drop like a Neapolitan masta,
No telling what these
thick bitches would do,
Reminiscent of a big old picture of Bo,
But hit
cha like a slow screw,
Dip in a strip a club in LA wit a bankroll,
Where
the weather aint cold,
So I can see some hoes slide down a poll,
I met
two dancers named Moet and crystal,
I was checkin they style,
We had a
session It was wet it was wild,
Then I dug these two twins thick wit
Hennessey one was Remy Red,
Wit skinny legs,
Both of them game to give me
head,
Wit a little bit absolute vodka fo they homie Tasha,
Tell her to
come closa,
So yall three can give me a Sammy Sosa,
If I was mayor I
would campaign ass,
Politician wit women swimming around the champagne
glass,
Drunk so much I might earl in the sink,
And if you ask me
why,
I couldn't figure out,
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
If you would suck my
soul,
I shall lick your funky emotions,
Look at that big old donkey you
toting,
I wish I could pour some of you in a bishop cup,
And have a toast
wit King Boo,
And celebrating the fact that you thick as fuck,
I holla
Church cause its pimps in tha party,
Let me sip on ya body,
Get a good
buzz of ya like you lemon Bacardi,
Or a long Island havin sex on da
beach,
Or in tha Llac sunroof let back wit a tech on tha seat,
Got a red
bone I call her strawberry Daiquiri,
Bring her back fo may,
Carry packs
fo may,
Had her suck off my facultay,
Got a little mamma name
Mimi,
Who remind me of martini and Asti spamanti,
How she move to my
cd,
I got a chocolate chick who deep throat,
She help me shake up
dope,
She the complexion of Crown Royal and Coke,
And they making it hard
for me to decipher and think,
As I get bubbly and choose,
And try to
figure out,
[Chorus]
[Highbeam]
Hennesy mixed wit some of that
Alize,
Gimme a shot of that remy,
and a whole lot of tanguray,
keep it
comin wit that cognac,
pop tha moet lets sip on that,
naw playa put ya
money back,
cause these drinks on me,
give me a bottle of that
belve,
long island ice tea,
hook me up a apple martini,
all these
dinks on me,
I want to have a sex on the beach,
How about a gin and juice
for me,
So put away ya money G,
All these drinks on me,