| Ever drunk as ever baby
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| Wayne Hennessey
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| Scoob! |
| Salut!
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| Twiztid! |
| Salut!
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| I’m fillin' up my Dixie cup
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| Throwin' up and I’m liquored up
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| Stumbling and I’m spilling stuff
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| Like hell yeah
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| Double fistin' my Dixie cup
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| Twisted and I’m liquored up
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| Toasted and I lift it up
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| Like hell yeah
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| Put your cups up and I’m drinkin', tryna get fucked up
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| They buyin' it for me, I’m locked up and I’m looking for Scoob
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| They showin' cleavage so free drinks can get the recievage
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| But I ain’t buying cause you ain’t leavin' with me
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| What I’m gonna do?
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| I’m off in the dark and now I’m clear, I don’t drink any beer
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| I try to cut 'em off they keep handin' 'em here
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| Now I’m too drunk to steer
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| Get drunk like we’re supposed to
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| Pop off the top of the oranges drink some mimosas
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| But when I get closer she tell me she goes to shows, now listen closely
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| Salut! |
| Drink until my face is black and b-lue
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| Tippin' the waitress so she gon keep on goin' by you
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| I’m off that KC tea, Caribou is super doo
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| I tryna get drunk as a skunk so give liquor me too, Kali
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| I’m fillin' up my Dixie cup
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| Throwin' up and I’m liquored up
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| Stumbling and I’m spilling stuff
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| Like hell yeah
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| Double fistin' my Dixie cup
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| Twisted and I’m liquored up
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| Toasted and I lift it up
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| Like hell yeah
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| Drunk as fuck right now, I ain’t lyin' nigga
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| Been sippin' all night, I’m prime nigga
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| Drunk and stupid, 'bout to lose it, did I say I’m stupid?
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| Old job, me and Brook how we keep it movin'
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| Look at daddy, brought my body, colors rossipatti
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| Mr. Potti when I’m pissin', help me somebody
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| Almighty if you listenin', help me please God
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| I’m outside, nothin' drive, can you steer the car?
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| Lift the door head spinnin', I ain’t getting 4
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| Pedal to the metal, rebel so I’m pushin' hard
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| Pistol cop, tryna make it back to the block
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| Runnin' red, tiers spin, must evade the cops
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| I’m fillin' up my Dixie cup
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| Throwin' up and I’m liquored up
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| Stumbling and I’m spilling stuff
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| Like hell yeah
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| Double fistin' my Dixie cup
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| Twisted and I’m liquored up
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| Toasted and I lift it up
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| Like hell yeah
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| I guess tonight’s the night that we blame it all on the Dixie cup
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| It’s barely 6 o’clock and already I’m feelin' super drunk
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| And like my spirits her shirt keeps liftin'
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| And if I had to sum it up with one word
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| Bottles are poppin' and everybody’s wonderin' if we’re gonna stop
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| All I keep thinkin' is let me keep drinkin' until I go puke in the parkin' lot
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| Until they call the cops, now I gotta find another way to get my shots
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| I don’t remember which way I came so I’m a stay away from my trucks
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| Pour me up, I don’t want you watchin on my Dixie cup
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| Keep it 100 proof 'til I’m drunk n' stuff
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| Cause I’m over at the bar tryna love a slut
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| Cause I like to cut and I put 'em in the butt till I bust a nut
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| Cause I’m crazy like that so don’t you know
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| So I puke a little n blink my eye
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| Tryna see if I can that six piece home
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| Ciroc and Grey Goose, three olives I’m vodka
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| Friendly rum chowder bought a bottle bottom’s up for my liquor medley
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| mix-ologist
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| My apologies for drinkin' you dry
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| So put the bill on my tab, you throw the deuces it’s time to ride
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| I’m fillin' up my Dixie cup
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| Throwin' up and I’m liquored up
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| Stumbling and I’m spilling stuff
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| Like hell yeah
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| Double fistin' my Dixie cup
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| Twisted and I’m liquored up
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| Toasted and I lift it up
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| Like hell yeah |