Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bartender, artist - Cappadonna. Album song Wu South Vol.1 The Perscription, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu South
Song language: English
Bartender |
Bar-ten-der, let me buy a round for all my ladies |
Bar-ten-der, let me see what’s kickin' game can do |
Yo, the first night I seen ya, I admit |
Girl you had a thug on some «i'mma buy ya shit» |
Mama, if you need spice, I can re ya up |
I can be your sugar daddy, ice a g and up |
Or I can be that lost love missing in ya past |
Or that tingle on your tongue dippin' in ya glass |
Sittin' like a billboard, modeling the kiss |
Buy a shot of crys', a bottle for your click |
Followed by the slide in the leather hummer seat |
Any words given to ya, promise I’mma keep |
I’mma stay a thug, any drama found |
Guaranteed to hold my momma down |
I can make ya wrist freeze quicker than a cop |
Lose me when your close, sick of when you’re not |
Liquor in the drop, rubbers in the glove |
Bubbles in the tub, now show a nigga love |
I love it when I’m wit a fly chick |
Skin so pretty and an ass so thick |
I’m always in the club, I ain’t worried bout shit |
Dipped on the regular, you see me with a bitch |
Even if I’m smoked out, I can’t be scoped out |
Drink for the ladies when I pull my notes out |
Dressed in ya tight ass shit, the nipples is poked out |
Honeys lips was glossy, order the Henny’s in the glasses that’s frosty |
You never lost me, I was crushing them other hoes, what you expect? |
When you see me at shows, cracking mad bottles of Mo' |
See act cobra, she really freaky |
She look good, but she really sneaky |
Hit 'em with the apple martini, that’s creepy |
Until she gets sleepy, that’s my agenda |
Aiyo, bartender, order a round for the hoes that’s going down |
Yo, now the question at hand, is, can I be ya man |
Take you to the beach, have sex in the sand |
The body should be banned with ya honey glow and tan |
If time is money, honey, you’re worth a gram |
See I can make you love me, love me long time |
Can my tongue tangeray, and how I bump and grind |
The pleasure’s all mine, forever and a day |
My foreplay is like a torpe', when I jay |
Fiesta, you got the look, I wanna know better |
Bartender, every one Henny and Amaretto |
On the house, cuz this could be my future spouse |
Got me cheesing the cheese, like the cat and mouse |
But no doubt, I get the job done like Big Daddy |
And we can both gangsta lean in mean caddy |
Cuz you’se a fatty, and I’mma fill ya cup |
Cuz I wanna sex you up |