| Beer! |
| Makes us fired up!
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| So come on, drink it all night long!
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| Slam it girl! |
| Slam it girl! |
| Slam it girl! |
| Slam it girl!
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| Slam it girl! |
| Where’s the marching band at?
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| Pound that beer, pound that beer
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| Don’t drunk dial, no, pound that beer
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| Pound that beer, pound that beer
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| Don’t drunk dial, no, pound that beer!
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| Bubble on back to the bar stool, I will
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| My pill, might dissolve on my tongue
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| Fuck that Jagermeister bullshit
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| That DUI hurt a little bit now I’m all done
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| No, can I go to the liquor sto' and buy that poison
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| Hey pretty thing, right there, yeah you, I hate your boyfriend!
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| I don’t give a fuck if he a vigilante (?) anywhere
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| Kill him on his incubator rhythm like this
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| Pop that, bottle top, talk back, that about says it all
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| Let him meet my fist
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| Gotta a beer and a
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| Our kisses taste like alcohol you know that means its love
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| Switch it
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| Here’s another reason that I’m gonna take you home
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| Cause I can’t be a fiesty little freak when I’m alone
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| Oh my goodness who the hell is blowing up my phone?
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| This better be important, don’t you understand I’m drinkin beer?
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| Can’t you feel the spiders, they’re buried deep inside us
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| The politicians, officers and judges are vampires
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| I never once suggested that we tie each other down
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| I think we should buy another round
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| Beer! |
| Makes us fired up!
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| So come on, drink it all night long!
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| Slam it girl! |
| Slam it girl! |
| Slam it girl! |
| Slam it girl!
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| Slam it girl! |
| Where’s the marching band at?
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| Pound that beer, pound that beer
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| Don’t drunk dial, no, pound that beer
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| Pound that beer, pound that beer
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| Don’t drunk dial, no, pound that beer!
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| How can I describe to you this?
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| See that lady over there got that poisonous kiss
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| Here another Cinnamint the element is in 'em
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| Is she lookin like a demon in a chemical abyss
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| But no, can I go to the liquor sto' and buy that poison?
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| Hey black angel, hey mama sue, I hate your boyfriend!
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| I can’t lust, your battle won’t fuck the measure up
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| Tho domestic I love the sex with no sums of sensual drugs
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| Oh no, I got a thirty pack tho
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| Then again if the black ball melts
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| Took the original to get us high
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| Gotta get me inside
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| Gotta take that knife
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| Gotta scrape that pipe with your lit up eyes
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| Switch it!
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| Here’s another reason my insanity has grown
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| Cause drama is so childish and fucking overblown
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| Oh my goodness who the hell is blowing up my phone?
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| This better be important don’t you understand I’m drinking beer?
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| Can’t you feel the spiders, they’re buried deep inside us
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| The politicians, officers and judges are vampires
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| I never once suggested that we tie each other down
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| I think we should buy another round
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| Beer! |
| Makes us fired up!
|
| So come on, drink it all night long!
|
| Slam it girl! |
| Slam it girl! |
| Slam it girl! |
| Slam it girl!
|
| Slam it girl! |
| Where’s the marching band at?
|
| Pound that beer, pound that beer
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| Don’t drunk dial, no, pound that beer
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| Pound that be-e-e-er, pound that beer
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| Don’t drunk dial, no, pound that beer!
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| Yes sir, this is one of those ignorant anthems
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| Be an intellectual if you want
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| But we got the nectar of the gods here
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| Because we’re drinkin what?
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| Beer! |
| Makes us fired up!
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| So come on, drink it all night long!
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| Beer! |
| Makes us fired up!
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| So come on, drink it all night long! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pound That Beer, artist - Mac Lethal. Album song 11:11, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп