Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunk in Love, artist - Rina Johnson. Date of issue: 05.06.2014
Song language: English
Drunk in Love |
| I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking |
| I get filthy when that liquor gets into me |
| I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking |
| Why can’t I keep my fingers off you, baby? |
| I want you, na na |
| Why can’t I keep my fingers off you, baby? |
| I want you, na na |
| Cigars on ice, cigars on ice |
| Feeling like an animal with these |
| Cameras all in my grill |
| Flashing lights, flashing lights |
| You got me faded, faded, faded |
| Baby, I want you, na na |
| Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty |
| Daddy, I want you, na na |
| Drunk in love, I want you |
| We woke up in the kitchen saying |
| «How in hell did this shit happen?» |
| Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night |
| Last thing I remember is our |
| Beautiful bodies grinding off in that club |
| Drunk in love |
| We be all night, love, love |
| We be all night, love, love |
| We be all night, and everything all right |
| No complaints for my body so fluorescent under these lights |
| Boy, I’m drinking, walking in my l’assemblage |
| I’m grubbing on the rope, grubbing if you scared, call that ribbon |
| Boy, I’m drinking, get my brain right |
| I’m on the Cognac, gangster wife |
| Newer sheets, he’d swear that I like washed rags, he wet up |
| Boy, I’m drinking, I’m sinking on the mic 'til my boy toys |
| Then I fill the tub up halfway then riding with my surfboard |
| Surfboard, surfboard |
| Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood |
| I’m swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body Benz |
| Serving all this, swerv, surfing all of this good, good |
| We woke up in the kitchen saying |
| «How in hell did this shit happen?» |
| Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night |
| We be all night, love, love |
| We be all night, love, love |
| Hold up that D’USSE is the shit if I do say so myself |
| If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself |
| Hold up, stumble all in the house tryna backup all that mouth |
| That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest b*tch thus far |
| Talking 'bout you be repping that verb, wanna see all that sh*t I heard |
| Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve |
| Foreplay in the foyer, f*cked up my Warhol |
| Slid the panties right to the side |
| Ain’t got the time to take draws off, on site |
| Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike |
| In '97 I bite, I’m Ike, Turner, turn up |
| Baby no I don’t play, now eat the cake, Annie Mae |
| Said, «Eat the cake, Annie Mae!» |
| I’m nice, for y’all to reach these heights we gon' need G3 |
| 4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight |
| We sex again in the morning, your breasteses is my breakfast |
| We going in, we be all night |
| We be all night, love, love |
| We be all night, love, love |
| We never tired, never tired I been sippin' |
| That’s the only thing keeping me on fire, me on fire |
| To me it’s feeling like all of my entire life I’ve been drinking |
| Boy, I’m Marilyn |
| I want your body right here, daddy I want you, right now |
| Can’t keep ya eyes off my fatty |
| Daddy, I want you |
| We be all night, love, love |
| We be all night, love, love |