| Bar-ten-der, let me buy a round for all my ladies
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| Bar-ten-der, let me see what’s kickin' game can do
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| Yo, the first night I seen ya, I admit
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| Girl you had a thug on some «i'mma buy ya shit»
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| Mama, if you need spice, I can re ya up
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| I can be your sugar daddy, ice a g and up
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| Or I can be that lost love missing in ya past
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| Or that tingle on your tongue dippin' in ya glass
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| Sittin' like a billboard, modeling the kiss
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| Buy a shot of crys', a bottle for your click
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| Followed by the slide in the leather hummer seat
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| Any words given to ya, promise I’mma keep
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| I’mma stay a thug, any drama found
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| Guaranteed to hold my momma down
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| I can make ya wrist freeze quicker than a cop
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| Lose me when your close, sick of when you’re not
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| Liquor in the drop, rubbers in the glove
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| Bubbles in the tub, now show a nigga love
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| I love it when I’m wit a fly chick
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| Skin so pretty and an ass so thick
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| I’m always in the club, I ain’t worried bout shit
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| Dipped on the regular, you see me with a bitch
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| Even if I’m smoked out, I can’t be scoped out
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| Drink for the ladies when I pull my notes out
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| Dressed in ya tight ass shit, the nipples is poked out
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| Honeys lips was glossy, order the Henny’s in the glasses that’s frosty
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| You never lost me, I was crushing them other hoes, what you expect?
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| When you see me at shows, cracking mad bottles of Mo'
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| See act cobra, she really freaky
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| She look good, but she really sneaky
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| Hit 'em with the apple martini, that’s creepy
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| Until she gets sleepy, that’s my agenda
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| Aiyo, bartender, order a round for the hoes that’s going down
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| Yo, now the question at hand, is, can I be ya man
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| Take you to the beach, have sex in the sand
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| The body should be banned with ya honey glow and tan
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| If time is money, honey, you’re worth a gram
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| See I can make you love me, love me long time
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| Can my tongue tangeray, and how I bump and grind
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| The pleasure’s all mine, forever and a day
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| My foreplay is like a torpe', when I jay
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| Fiesta, you got the look, I wanna know better
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| Bartender, every one Henny and Amaretto
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| On the house, cuz this could be my future spouse
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| Got me cheesing the cheese, like the cat and mouse
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| But no doubt, I get the job done like Big Daddy
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| And we can both gangsta lean in mean caddy
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| Cuz you’se a fatty, and I’mma fill ya cup
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| Cuz I wanna sex you up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bartender , by - Cappadonna. Song from the album Wu South Vol.1 The Perscription, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп