| I’ve been drinkin', I’ve been drinkin'
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| I get filthy when that liquor get into me
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| I’ve been thinkin', I’ve been thinkin'
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| Why can’t I keep my fingers off it?
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| Baby, I want you, na na
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| Why can’t I keep my fingers off you?
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| Baby, I want you, na na
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| Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
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| Feelin' like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
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| Flashin' lights, flashin' lights
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| You got me faded, faded, faded
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| Baby, I want you, na na
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| Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty
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| Daddy, I want you, na na
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| Drunk in love, I want you
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| We woke up in the kitchen
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| Saying, «How the hell did this thing happen?»
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| Oh, baby
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| Drunk in love
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| We be all night
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| Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club
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| Drunk in love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, and everything all right
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| No complaints from my body
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| So fluorescent under these lights
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| Boy, I’m drinkin', park it in my lot, 7−11
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| I’m rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin'
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| If you scared, call that reverend
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| Boy, I’m drinkin', get my brain right
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| Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
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| Louis sheets, he sweat it out
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| Like washrags, he wet it up
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| Boy, I’m drinkin', I’m singin' on the mic til my voice hoarse
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| Then I fill the tub up halfway
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| Then ride it with my surfboard
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| Surfboard, surfboard
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| Grainin' on that wood
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| Grainin'-grainin' on that wood
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| I’m swervin' on that, swervin'-swervin' on that
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| Big body been servin' all this
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| Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good
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| We woke up in the kitchen
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| Saying, «How the hell did this thing happen?»
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| Oh, baby, drunk in love
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| We be all night, last thing I remember
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| Is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club
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| Drunk in love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, love, love |