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Walked in the club and you know I be dripping
Bros by my side you know we be sipping 
She hit my line she hella fine
She hit my phone and I couldn't

me invite her ass over naked
I can’t take the things my brain think so I ain’t been sober lately
By lately I mean that I ain’t been sober since I was

an alcoholic
I hide my beers from my girl
I keep mints in my pocket if I hurl
I drink whiskey straight from the barrel
I’m faded I'm faded I'm faded off this

to Johnny, and got me a kit, love the way this bitch, hit now my ice in a freezy
Flew to Miami, but come from the trenches, they see the cash money, but bitch,

my whiskey on my mind

She's so bad, wuh
She just drives you insane
When that whiskey and that woman
Start's happening inside your brain
Things

why bitches hate you 
Imma Keep you by my side like a Pager
When you want it you can get it 
Buzz me like a waiter 
Hit my jack 
Baby go ahead save

I hit your phone up cuz I need a day out (i'm like)
Yea two's a party
I got the Whiskey you got Bacardi
Might get frisky if I do i'm sorry
But if I do

another broken song
Mel ni asyik koyak there must
Be something wrong
Aku bukan sedih pasal cinta
Asyik fikir benda sama sampai bila
Dia nak ready aku pun

the rapper following my buzz

Down by the river, Birdcats for the theme song
Whiskey with the women, podcast on the beats, dog
Seventy-five thousand a week
Now

Forcemajr yeah still learning
New to the game but the head speed turning
Live by the code that's trapping and burning
Got no time for the pigs

of some waiters

I got the blueprint but niggas still talking shit 
Why the fuck is these niggas so talkative 
Niggas keep dissing then trigger my tolerance

Banjo [Bonus Track]

Tyga

Fan of a Fan: The Album [Deluxe] [Clean]

2015

the roof gone
A nigga got a problem, blaka-blaka, then we move on (blap)
Tell 'em hold that
If you looking for liquor, better lick up
My liquor zing

Bank Roll

T.I.

Best Trappers Alive

2009

roll after bank roll
I ain't playin my nigga I got a mansion my nigga
Mel just hit me with a bank roll
Just hit me with a bank roll 
but I call them

BARTENDER CAN YOU BREAK A TEN
MY HEARTS BROKE DOWN AGAIN
THIS TENNESSEE WHISKEY'S FINALLY KICKIN' IN
& IT'S COMIN' ON STRONG

CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE

I've been waiting for a sign
Something to tell me that you're mine again
One if by land
Two if by sea
To tell me that my baby's coming back to me

like a paper today
I got water and ice like the base of a glacier
Get greeted by name by the waiter
I made it
My fit customized by a tailor
The center

Why have I called you here? I guess I've got a thing for meetings|But please, take a chair, let's get past the formal greetings|It's so cold outside,

I need a little food, to get me by
I need a little whiskey, to get me high
I need a little love, to hold it together
I need a little work, to pay my

everyday
I be on it, I be on it
Aim and shoot at my opponents
You can get it if you want it

Time and time again I got to turn back round and tell these hoes

Sippin' on Dom Pérignon
Caught your name, shit forgot you was gone
Cause you've been lying a fucking lot lately
This whiskey never lied to me, baby

flashes with they cameras, that's how you get caught up in a scandal
My outfit was sick I fed it Campbell's
I always be leading by example
I hopped out

pleasures
Guess the love was never severed, minds are changing like the weather
I won't say I'm innocent, I've paid for my sins
Got a bad habit making beds

Way downtown 
Is where you'll find me
Sipping whiskey, kinda lonely
But I'd prefer, to drink alone sometimes
Way downtown
Is where you'll find my

I Know

Lil' Boosie

Bad Azz Mixtape, Vol. 2

2007

on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin' 
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
Eighty grams took