Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thought you was coming over? Wake up
Late night calls, feeling slightly faded
Free alcohol at the club, that shit's overrated
Call up Liquor Locker (brrt, brrt), bring me apple vodka
Shawty, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know that I could do you proper
Pour you a drink, would you please
Stop fussin' with your Samsung?
I call your bluff, why you playing?
I ain't that nigga to play games on
No, no, no, no, I could do you proper, proper
I could do you proper, proper
I love your conversation, usually I'm not the long talker, but this
Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talking, talking
Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much
Got me texting, calling, it's 2:30 in the morning
Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at?
I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you
Pick you up, fuck you up, give you some of this liquor
Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking
Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa
Don't listen to Kiara, she be talking crazy
She say I'm a savage, man, that bitch just be hating
I just think you're worth it, oh, please don't take it personal
But by the way you talk, I know that I could do you proper
Pour you a drink, is it me, or is one of us romantic?
Don't be so stiff, move your hips
I ain't that nigga 'til you're dancing
I hope you know I can do you proper, proper
Like I was a doctor, doctor
This is an emergency, hurry up, call the Liquor Locker, pour up the
Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talking, talking
Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much
Got me texting, calling, it's 2:30 in the morning
Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at?
I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you
Pick you up, fuck you up, give you some of this
Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking
Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa
Drinking Bombay 'til we all fucked up
I was drinkin' Bombay 'til I had to throw up
I was boolin' with a baddie from the Bay Area
Couldn't make it up the stairs, had to get carried up, ay
Way too much Adderall, I can't sleep now
Kush got my eyes low, can't see now
Orange Tesla got me on ten right now
If I get her naked, I'ma sin right now
Can I hit it proper? Fuck you real proper
Have you screaming "Papa", yeah
Touch all on your body, feelin' on your body
Fuck all on your body, yeah
Too many drinks and all these drugs
Done way too much, way too much, way too much
So please, get off your Samsung
And let's do this while your man's gone, baby, yeah
Liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor, liquor got me talking, talking
Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much
Got me texting, calling, it's 2:30 in the morning
Tryna wake you up, wake you up, where you at? Where you at?
I might put a Uber on you, I might have to pull up on you
Pick you up, fuck you up, give you some of this
Liquor from the Liquor Locker have ya, have ya, have ya talking
Way too much, way too much, way too much, whoa
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