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Damn (Pour) Got me takin' shots and I don't even drink (Super, yeah, yeah) Fuck it (Pour) Oh yeah Yeah, baby, don't act crazy Yeah, sum' 'bout me, like, oh Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah Yeah (Rubi) He know I like to bite so he bite back (Back) Send a lil' money on my Cashapp (Cashapp) Ain't sayin' love, that ho bounce back (Ayy, ayy) Uh, yeah, give me all (All) Put that all for the pounds, boy (Boo) He show love (Love) I was here for a day, now it's money on the floor (Floor) Uh, don't you love when I pull up your way? (Your way, ayy) Don't you love how I play in your bank? (Bank) These mimosas, I'm ready to drank (Drank) Don't you love how you be the only one? (Only one) I'm bummin', this shit be ridiculous (Ridiculous) Don't be playin' them games like you innocent (Ayy) Keep it runnin', don't game on no pretty bitch Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta Promethazine High, in love, blame it on ecstasy Letras de cancionesTrappin' out apartments, yeah Feel like a martian, yeah, yeah Whole lotta drugs, it's a shame that's a guarantee Whole lotta molly, wanna point a finger at me Whole lotta liquor, ooh, she do it like a demon I'ma keep my best too, they wet like we creamin' He (Ayy), nasty (Yeah, uh) Backshots, slappin' (Uh) I take a shot, get loose (Ooh) This pussy still yours, come grab it (Grab it) Whole lotta liquor (Shots) Body look real, real right, got a whole lotta niggas He was on my line all night Fuckin' with the lights on, ice one (Ice) Fuck with a boss, can't buy one (Can't buy one) He love it, he tells me it's tight (Ayy) Leather jacket, I ride like a bike (Bike, ooh) He creepin', he waitin' to slide (Slide) He pull up my pane, slide (Inside) Whole lotta rounds (Ooh), a whole lotta liquor (Ooh) So you can't keep up when I ride I'm a big dawg, you fuck lil' niggas Can't help if you downgraded I could ship you out to South of France Girl, just change up the location We could sex all day but it ain't gon' do no good You can't make me better (Better) Every time I get high Get possessive and jealous (Why?) Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta liquor in me Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta liquor in me I do tight, tight melodies I do crime, soft felonies Lotta liquor in me, lotta, lotta liquor in me Lotta liquor in me, yeah, got a lotta liquor in me, woah Temper dem, crack the top off the top sardine (Super) Ayy From Letras Mania