| I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking
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| I get filthy when that liquor get into me
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| I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking
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| Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby? |
| I want you
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| Why can’t I keep my fingers off you, baby? |
| I want you
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| Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
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| Feeling like an animal with these cameras in my grill
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| Flashing lights, flashing lights
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| We woke up in the kitchen saying
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| «How the hell did this shit happen?»
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| Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies
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| Grinding up in this club, drunk in love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, and everything’s all right
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| No complaints from my body, so fluorescent with these lights
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| Boy, I’m drinking, I’m singing on the mic to my boy’s toys
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| Then I fill the tub up halfway then she rides it like a surfboard
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| Surfboard, surfboard
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| Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
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| She’s swerving on it, swerving, swerving on that
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| Big booty been swerving on this
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| Swerving, surfing all in this good-good
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| That D’ussé is the shit if I do say so myself
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| If I do say so myself
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| Talking 'bout you be repping that Third
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| I wanna see all that shit that I heard
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, love, love
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| We be all night, We be all night
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| We be all night |