Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whole Lotta Liquor , by - Rubi Rose. Release date: 24.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Whole Lotta Liquor |
| Oh yeah |
| Yeah, baby, don’t act crazy |
| Yeah, sum' 'bout me, like, oh |
| Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah |
| Yeah (Rubi) |
| He know I like to bite so he bite back (Back) |
| Send a lil' money on my Cashapp (Cashapp) |
| Ain’t sayin' love, that ho bounce back (Ayy, ayy) |
| Uh, yeah, give me all (All) |
| Put that all for the pounds, boy (Boo) |
| He show love (Love) |
| I was here for a day, now it’s money on the floor (Floor) |
| Uh, don’t you love when I pull up your way? |
| (Your way, ayy) |
| Don’t you love how I play in your bank? |
| (Bank) |
| These mimosas, I’m ready to drank (Drank) |
| Don’t you love how you be the only one? |
| (Only one) |
| I’m bummin', this shit be ridiculous (Ridiculous) |
| Don’t be playin' them games like you innocent (Ayy) |
| Keep it runnin', don’t game on no pretty bitch |
| Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta Promethazine |
| High, in love, blame it on ecstasy |
| Trappin' out apartments, yeah |
| Feel like a martian, yeah, yeah |
| Whole lotta drugs, it’s a shame that’s a guarantee |
| Whole lotta molly, wanna point a finger at me |
| Whole lotta liquor, ooh, she do it like a demon |
| I’ma keep my best too, they wet like we creamin' |
| He (Ayy), nasty (Yeah, uh) |
| Backshots, slappin' (Uh) |
| I take a shot, get loose (Ooh) |
| This pussy still yours, come grab it (Grab it) |
| Whole lotta liquor (Shots) |
| Body look real, real right, got a whole lotta niggas |
| He was on my line all night |
| Fuckin' with the lights on, ice one (Ice) |
| Fuck with a boss, can’t buy one (Can't buy one) |
| He love it, he tells me it’s tight (Ayy) |
| Leather jacket, I ride like a bike (Bike, ooh) |
| He creepin', he waitin' to slide (Slide) |
| He pull up my pane, slide (Inside) |
| Whole lotta rounds (Ooh), a whole lotta liquor (Ooh) |
| So you can’t keep up when I ride |
| I’m a big dawg, you fuck lil' niggas |
| Can’t help if you downgraded |
| I could ship you out to South of France |
| Girl, just change up the location |
| We could sex all day but it ain’t gon' do no good |
| You can’t make me better (Better) |
| Every time I get high |
| Get possessive and jealous (Why?) |
| Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta liquor in me |
| Whole lotta liquor, whole lotta liquor in me |
| I do tight, tight melodies |
| I do crime, soft felonies |
| Lotta liquor in me, lotta, lotta liquor in me |
| Lotta liquor in me, yeah, got a lotta liquor in me, woah |
| Temper dem, crack the top off the top sardine (Super) |
| Ayy |