Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Vodka, artist - Ja Rule. Album song PIL 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2012
Record label: Mpire
Song language: English
Black Vodka |
| Black vodka, body so proper |
| I love the way she is on top of me |
| Black vodka, body so proper |
| I love the way she is on top of me |
| She better come straight with no chaser |
| 'Cause ran this motherfucker, I’d chase her |
| And she the only one I got a taste for |
| All drinks is on me, I can taste her |
| 'Cause I know that you see me through the glass |
| So cool it down boy, they call me Ice cube |
| You always go down so smooth |
| I think I’ll have a double with you |
| Vodka came with Khalua |
| And vermouth for guesses to three |
| And this is how I see you |
| A couple more’ll make 'em all look like Shakira |
| A few shots of tequila, it might kill you |
| Or it’s more than likely to get your mind blown |
| Feel me, more importantly you feel love |
| If not, maybe you didn’t have enough of that |
| Black vodka, body so proper |
| I love the way she is on top of me |
| Black vodka, body so proper |
| I love the way she is on top of me |
| I very rarely drinking on a weekday |
| But this was the day after Tuesday, hump day |
| So I make an exception to the rule |
| Got cocktails for two, it was only me and you |
| Ugly, like a hangover |
| Had a fuck and get drunk and call my ex over |
| She will remain sober |
| But have you ever seen this bitch with her clothes off |
| We turn the lights off, lit up some candles |
| She was the OJ, I was the Smirnoff |
| Cancel, it’s like when the show’s over |
| House lights off, everybody go home |
| Cause too much of petroleum might kill you |
| It’s more than likely to get your mind blown |
| Feel me, more importantly you feel love |
| If not, maybe you didn’t have enough of that |
| Black vodka, body so proper |
| I love the way she is on top of me |
| Black vodka, body so proper |
| I love the way she is on top of me |
| Pretty brown eyes, beautiful lips |
| Dark complexion like licorice |
| I run my finger around the edge of the rim |
| Of my shot glass, body’s an hourglass |
| It’s summertime, still got class |
| Still the best shot a nigga ever threw back |
| You finna get me drunk fast |
| Hit me home, strip me down, butterfly effect |
| You so fly (so fly) |
| I’m so high (so high) |
| I can’t lie, no matter how bad I want you |
| You ain’t ever gon' feel like the firšt time |
| And too much tequila might kill you |
| But it’s more than likely to get your mind blown |
| Feel me, more importantly you feel love |
| If not, maybe you didn’t have enough of that |
| Black vodka, body so proper |
| I love the way she is on top of me |
| Black vodka, body so proper |
| I love the way she is on top of me |