Liquor Thots Lyrics

And I swear

All these 3 A.M. liquor thoughts

They keep on fucking me up

They got my mind in a rut

I needa get it unstuck yuh yuh

Can you can you can you help me out

And I swear

All these 3 A.M. liquor thots

Fucking me up

I needa I needa bounce

I needa I needa an ounce

Smoking that shit from the South

Bad biddie I'm beating it out

I get the money year round

The money keep coming

We jumping and funning

We don't give a fuck about nothing

I'm fly like the birdies

Retire in my thirties

Balenci with all of the sauce

I pick up the ball and I run

Started at night and we run till the dawn

I got a new bitch that I take to my jawn

Two seater coupe like we running the town

Like we running the town

Gun on my hip 30 round

Came with the slip diamonds pow

Money they ship

Cause I'm getting so much wow

Aye yuh cause I got it right now aye aye

I see

I see what you trying to do

You wanna take a ride in this coupe

Keep it a 100 like these blues

Them's the only rules

Sticked up with them tools

Only thing we do is win

So how could I ever lose

I got bout a hunnid thousand

But that's old news

I'm fucking these bitches by the pair like I'm buying new shoes

Guessing you getting the clue

All these 3 A.M. liquor thoughts

They keep on fucking me up

They got my mind in a rut

I needa get it unstuck yuh yuh

Can you can you can you help me out

And I swear

All these 3 A.M. liquor thots

Fucking me up

I needa I needa bounce

I needa I needa an ounce

Smoking that shit from the South

Bad biddie I'm beating it out

I get the money year round