Testo Pour Me a Drink - Teddy's Beer
Testo della canzone Pour Me a Drink (Teddy's Beer), tratta dall'album Pour Me a Drink
Seize the day like a bunch of villains
Down still diggin then you'll see us chillin
Downtown swaggin making loads of margins
Playing with your chicks it's the beat we're killin
Come from France with a glass in hand
That's how I been raised and I will raise it to myself, yeah
This one's for the boys from the joint where we passed out
With my boys, quick response, lying in a box, go!
Thanks for the mic my brother (brother)
Just pour us another fucking Shooter
Don't wanna wait for the godamn Smokers
Get the party started, gonna bang some Mothers
Get smoother, like my OCB papers
Release the hound,Smither
This killer's waiting for some damn bangers
Awesome sneakers, For my sinners, Jager
Zombies in the club like Frankenstein
Dancing like they're on a field of Mines
It's gonna get inside your Mind
It's fucking crazy, call Mr.Pine
Where you parked at, guy? Beware of the Fine, Time
Buy a pie or a tie, a white line for the guy now
Big fright when you smile with your mouth full of fries
Just get high, Friday night, it's alright, feel the vibe
Pour me a drink, Try out some brand new whiskey
In the back of the club, baby it's just you and me
We won't leave this party, until the beat stops playing
Your booty is shaking and my head won't stop turning
Everybody let's get on Top
This song is not Hip hop
Not a Flop but surely a bop
We're clearly gonna make your ears pop
Here come the cops, don't take the shot
Put on your flip flops, crop top, get up, don't stop
Unlish the soape, careful with my laptop
All units plz call fucking Central
Everybody's dancing in the Hall
Oh no, someone knows, whack that Mole
Girls on the pole, Horse in the stall
Local cops just wanna brawl
The crowd crawls, don't fall that low, or u gonna roll
Like a ball and crush the wall (crush the wall)
Now, well I say
We won't go away
Now, well I say (And I say)
We won't go away
Pour me a drink, Try out some brand new whiskey
In the back of the club, baby it's just you and me
We won't leave this party, until the beat stops playing
Your booty is shaking and my head won't stop turning
There's a place in hell for people like us
And it's filled with blackjack and hookers
Lifetime sinners, that's no champer
Two stroke oil for my red four-wheeler
We won't wait around for the reaper
We won't wait around for your good-ass manners
We won't wait around for a brand new liver
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Writer(s): Arthur Aghroum, Adrien Friedlander
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