Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crown Royal, artist - Rittz. Album song Next to Nothing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.09.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Crown Royal |
| See what’s goin' on in this mothafucker |
| Bitch pass me that mothafuckin blunt mothafuckin' trippin' |
| God damn lame, let me see what’s goin' on. |
| What’s happenin' |
| Check it out we taking shots, posted up |
| Drinking that Crown we toasting cups |
| Bitches looking at us like they so in love, they about to go uncut, |
| no one’s frustrated we faded we celebrating life cause we made it we elevated |
| and we smoking bud |
| The party doesn’t end until we sober up |
| 'Til your ladies layin' naked on the sofa drunk |
| Better come on in, get inside |
| Slick brought the pills Rowdy Bizzle brought the white |
| When I mix em' it’s a feeling that I can’t describe |
| But I guess I’ll give my best to try |
| Daily shit can get too heavy to carry so every now and then my body needs the |
| opposite of exercise |
| So I pull the plastic wrapper off the cap of my |
| Crown Royal bottle, somewhere in Gwinnett you’ll find me |
| Chilling |
| I’m high |
| I’m feeling |
| Sublime |
| No killing |
| My vibe |
| If you’re drinking raise your glasses high |
| Cause we ain’t trippin' on the past or the afterlife |
| Cause right now we sippin' on that Crown Royal |
| Drunk when I pulled up, they already know what’s in my cup, they know I’m |
| sippin' on that Crown Royal |
| This ain’t no champagne, they already know what’s in my drank |
| I pull that crown up outta that purple bag |
| Crown up outta that purple bag |
| Crown up outta that purple bag |
| That purple bag |
| They know I’m sippin' on that Crown Royal |
| We’ve been turned up all day long, long day off |
| We gon' drink until the alcohol is gone |
| Neighbors saying that they’re going to call the law |
| I ain’t tripping on that blasé blah |
| Playing music loud as fuck and the house is a cloud of smoke |
| These hoes be showing titties like they been at Mardis Gras |
| Her song came on I guess that’s when her bra came off |
| We gon' party all night like we got insomnia |
| Red cups in hand, some got spilled, I’m on tilt my eyes on slant |
| Lightweight drinkers they don’t stand a chance |
| They’re about to make a crash landing, trying to keep up with me Going shot for |
| shot is not the move |
| My tolerance is through the roof I’m like a champion |
| Shot king wanna hang out bring a bottle of some Crown Royal |
| Bout' to go whole ham, oh man I’m |
| Nothing better than a bottle you just bought off the shelf |
| And you see the logo with the golden crown that sits on the pillow |
| You run your fingernail across the sticker right in the middle |
| And take the bottle out the bag and save the baggy for later |
| Maybe to put your weed inside or hide your jewelry or paper |
| You make a mixer with some soda or you shootin it straight up |
| With the reserve or the black or maple original flavor |
| You know that shit is my favorite, no other whiskey is player |
| Like that Crown |
| They know I’m sippin' on that |
| They know I’m sippin' on that |
| They know I’m sippin' on that |