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Drinks Lyrics

This is for my ladies,
s**y like champagne Glass,
You what I'm talking about,
A reflection of a Pena Colada,
Listen up
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat b****** 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 a** for a true m**** f****,
Wit that that turquoise Coogi on,
You remind me of a blue m***********,
Your friend was s**y 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 c***y,
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,

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What's my favorite drink,
Girl can I sip on you,
Sip on
Sip on
Sip on
Sip on
What's my favorite drink,

Know not to bring no Neapolitan a**,
I like the one that makes your face drop like a Neapolitan masta,
No telling what these thick b****** 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 ain't 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 y'all three can give me a Sammy Sosa,
If I was mayor I would campaign a**,
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
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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 f***,
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' s** 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 c**e,
And they making it hard for me to decipher and think,
As I get bubbly and choose,
And try to figure out
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Hennessey mixed wit some of that Alize,
Gimme a shot of that remy,
And a whole lot of tanqueray,
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 drinks on me,
I want to have a s** on the beach,
How about a gin and juice for me,
So put away ya money G,
All these drinks on me,
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Kamikaze (2004)