| She want 10 shots of Tequila
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| I don’t know if we gon' make it
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| But I know we gon' get faded
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| Oh yeah so just don’t stop when I need ya
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| Oh yeah just don’t stop when I need ya
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| Cuz if you take one shot, I’m takin' two more
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| But if I take two shots, then you take a few more
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| Drink it all down, drink it all down
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| You gotta…
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| Don’t stop, get it. |
| Don’t stop, bitch get it
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| Don’t stop, get it. |
| Don’t stop, bitch get it
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| Don’t stop, get it. |
| Don’t stop, drink it all down
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| When you drink it all down
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| I’m just in the cut, bout to go in
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| Shorty want a pitcher like the bullpen
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| 10 shots like a full clip, I ain’t wit the bullshit
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| I don’t even know her like Joe Kim
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| My homie got the Tecs like Best buy
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| Ride her once, take her back like a test drive
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| I’m at the crib gettin' high til the next day
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| God damn, what you really call a red eye
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| I know, V12 when I pull out
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| I use to be broke but I’m good now
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| My pops told me to play my cards right
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| A lot of bitches at the crib that’s a full house
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| I know some hoes ain’t bout shit
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| But my girl go both ways, that’s a round trip
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| Straight to the room, no playin' today
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| Your pussy like a bed, I wanna lay in it
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| Can we just fight second and then fuck first
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| We take painkillers because love hurts
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| And that truth hurts, yeah time heals
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| But I ain’t got time to make shit work, no way
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| And I ain’t worried bout no other bitches
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| But it be different when the liquor kicks in
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| One shot of Ciroc, yeah one shot, don’t stop
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| Everything be grade A but I prefer all top
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| Let’s get it, let’s get it
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| I be throwing racks, ain’t worried bout tax
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| Spent 20 on sacks, don’t worry bout that
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| I’ll make it all back, hop in this shit 50
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| Hop out that 'Lac, all your hoes whack
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| And they wavin' at me, like I drive cabs
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| Now throw that ass back, and that pussy be poppin'
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| That’s a massage, these bitches ain’t nothin'
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| My niggas bang bros, all of these hoes
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| We teamin' nem, no wrestlin'
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| Where your man at, you ain’t took, where your hand at
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| Cuz you stuck up where your friends at, where them bands at
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| Got the leather from the seats in my Benz wet, cuz she like it
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| She drunk in love, bitch you cuttin' up
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| I met you in the VIP, I just wanna fuck
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| Order 20 bottles of Ciroc, 10 bottles of that Ace
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| Got the club lookin' like the 4th of July, that’s a CMG Parade
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| Shorty shake that ass like Twerk Team
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| Miley Cyrus my whip clean
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| I got two girls and they like girls
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| And they lick each other like ice cream
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| These True’s shorty, no tight jeans
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| I’m cool shorty but I might seem a little arrogant
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| I don’t fuck with you, on celibate
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| Street nigga but I act intelligent
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| You can find me in the club where the light be
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| No these niggas don’t like me
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| But they poppin' bottles tryna be like me
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| Ass so fat shorty throw it back like thirsty
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| Walkin' thru my house, no panties with a jersey
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| And I ain’t worried bout no other bitches
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| But it be different once the liquor kicks in
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| She wants 10 shots of Tequila |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shoot Off , by - Yo Gotti. Song from the album CM2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп