Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dixie Cup, artist - Krizz Kaliko. Album song Kickin' & Screamin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Dixie Cup |
| Ever drunk as ever baby |
| Wayne Hennessey |
| Scoob! |
| Salut! |
| Twiztid! |
| Salut! |
| I’m fillin' up my Dixie cup |
| Throwin' up and I’m liquored up |
| Stumbling and I’m spilling stuff |
| Like hell yeah |
| Double fistin' my Dixie cup |
| Twisted and I’m liquored up |
| Toasted and I lift it up |
| Like hell yeah |
| Put your cups up and I’m drinkin', tryna get fucked up |
| They buyin' it for me, I’m locked up and I’m looking for Scoob |
| They showin' cleavage so free drinks can get the recievage |
| But I ain’t buying cause you ain’t leavin' with me |
| What I’m gonna do? |
| I’m off in the dark and now I’m clear, I don’t drink any beer |
| I try to cut 'em off they keep handin' 'em here |
| Now I’m too drunk to steer |
| Get drunk like we’re supposed to |
| Pop off the top of the oranges drink some mimosas |
| But when I get closer she tell me she goes to shows, now listen closely |
| Salut! |
| Drink until my face is black and b-lue |
| Tippin' the waitress so she gon keep on goin' by you |
| I’m off that KC tea, Caribou is super doo |
| I tryna get drunk as a skunk so give liquor me too, Kali |
| I’m fillin' up my Dixie cup |
| Throwin' up and I’m liquored up |
| Stumbling and I’m spilling stuff |
| Like hell yeah |
| Double fistin' my Dixie cup |
| Twisted and I’m liquored up |
| Toasted and I lift it up |
| Like hell yeah |
| Drunk as fuck right now, I ain’t lyin' nigga |
| Been sippin' all night, I’m prime nigga |
| Drunk and stupid, 'bout to lose it, did I say I’m stupid? |
| Old job, me and Brook how we keep it movin' |
| Look at daddy, brought my body, colors rossipatti |
| Mr. Potti when I’m pissin', help me somebody |
| Almighty if you listenin', help me please God |
| I’m outside, nothin' drive, can you steer the car? |
| Lift the door head spinnin', I ain’t getting 4 |
| Pedal to the metal, rebel so I’m pushin' hard |
| Pistol cop, tryna make it back to the block |
| Runnin' red, tiers spin, must evade the cops |
| I’m fillin' up my Dixie cup |
| Throwin' up and I’m liquored up |
| Stumbling and I’m spilling stuff |
| Like hell yeah |
| Double fistin' my Dixie cup |
| Twisted and I’m liquored up |
| Toasted and I lift it up |
| Like hell yeah |
| I guess tonight’s the night that we blame it all on the Dixie cup |
| It’s barely 6 o’clock and already I’m feelin' super drunk |
| And like my spirits her shirt keeps liftin' |
| And if I had to sum it up with one word |
| Bottles are poppin' and everybody’s wonderin' if we’re gonna stop |
| All I keep thinkin' is let me keep drinkin' until I go puke in the parkin' lot |
| Until they call the cops, now I gotta find another way to get my shots |
| I don’t remember which way I came so I’m a stay away from my trucks |
| Pour me up, I don’t want you watchin on my Dixie cup |
| Keep it 100 proof 'til I’m drunk n' stuff |
| Cause I’m over at the bar tryna love a slut |
| Cause I like to cut and I put 'em in the butt till I bust a nut |
| Cause I’m crazy like that so don’t you know |
| So I puke a little n blink my eye |
| Tryna see if I can that six piece home |
| Ciroc and Grey Goose, three olives I’m vodka |
| Friendly rum chowder bought a bottle bottom’s up for my liquor medley |
| mix-ologist |
| My apologies for drinkin' you dry |
| So put the bill on my tab, you throw the deuces it’s time to ride |
| I’m fillin' up my Dixie cup |
| Throwin' up and I’m liquored up |
| Stumbling and I’m spilling stuff |
| Like hell yeah |
| Double fistin' my Dixie cup |
| Twisted and I’m liquored up |
| Toasted and I lift it up |
| Like hell yeah |