Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drinks, artist - Twista. Date of issue: 26.01.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drinks |
| This is for my ladies, |
| Sexy like champagne Glass, |
| You what I’m talking about, |
| A reflection of a Pena Colada, |
| Listen upЂ¦ |
| I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars, |
| Well I treat bitches like drinks, |
| When I step in the club and by out tha bar, |
| So let me quench my thirst wit you and a friend |
| Instead of the juice and gin, |
| Why don’t I pour out the drink and you hop in, |
| Glass full of ass for a true mutha fucka, |
| Wit that that turquoise Coogi on, |
| You remind me of a blue mutha fucka, |
| Your friend was sexy when I seen her in prada, |
| But I think Gina was hotta, |
| Cause her skin tone was like a Pina colada, |
| I saw two Japanese chicks that got bodies, |
| So I ordered them a mi tia and hot saki, |
| Then I got cocky, |
| And asked them do they come to this club a lot, |
| Well ya got a brotha hot, |
| Hop in my bubble drop, |
| Can I get a double shot? |
| Or get wit these two mamacita one wit the karma of margarita, |
| The other one like two shots of tequila, |
| And they all fine I really don’t know what to think, |
| As I get bubble and choose and try to figure out, |
| What’s my favorite drink, |
| Girl can I sip on you, |
| Sip on, |
| What’s my favorite drink, |
| Know not to bring no Neapolitan ass, |
| I like the one that makes your face drop like a Neapolitan masta, |
| No telling what these thick bitches would do, |
| Reminiscent of a big old picture of Bo, |
| But hit cha like a slow screw, |
| Dip in a strip a club in LA wit a bankroll, |
| Where the weather aint cold, |
| So I can see some hoes slide down a poll, |
| I met two dancers named Moet and crystal, |
| I was checkin they style, |
| We had a session It was wet it was wild, |
| Then I dug these two twins thick wit Hennessey one was Remy Red, |
| Wit skinny legs, |
| Both of them game to give me head, |
| Wit a little bit absolute vodka fo they homie Tasha, |
| Tell her to come closa, |
| So yall three can give me a Sammy Sosa, |
| If I was mayor I would campaign ass, |
| Politician wit women swimming around the champagne glass, |
| Drunk so much I might earl in the sink, |
| And if you ask me why, |
| I couldn’t figure out, |
| If you would suck my soul, |
| I shall lick your funky emotions, |
| Look at that big old donkey you toting, |
| I wish I could pour some of you in a bishop cup, |
| And have a toast wit King Boo, |
| And celebrating the fact that you thick as fuck, |
| I holla Church cause its pimps in tha party, |
| Let me sip on ya body, |
| Get a good buzz of ya like you lemon Bacardi, |
| Or a long Island havin sex on da beach, |
| Or in tha Llac sunroof let back wit a tech on tha seat, |
| Got a red bone I call her strawberry Daiquiri, |
| Bring her back fo may, |
| Carry packs fo may, |
| Had her suck off my facultay, |
| Got a little mamma name Mimi, |
| Who remind me of martini and Asti spamanti, |
| How she move to my cd, |
| I got a chocolate chick who deep throat, |
| She help me shake up dope, |
| She the complexion of Crown Royal and Coke, |
| And they making it hard for me to decipher and think, |
| As I get bubbly and choose, |
| And try to figure out, |
| Hennesy mixed wit some of that Alize, |
| Gimme a shot of that remy, |
| and a whole lot of tanguray, |
| keep it comin wit that cognac, |
| pop tha moet lets sip on that, |
| naw playa put ya money back, |
| cause these drinks on me, |
| give me a bottle of that belve, |
| long island ice tea, |
| hook me up a apple martini, |
| all these dinks on me, |
| I want to have a sex on the beach, |
| How about a gin and juice for me, |
| So put away ya money G, |
| All these drinks on me, |