Liquor Locker

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, bring me apple vodka

Shorty, yeah yeah yeah

You know that I could do you proper

Pour you a drink, would you please stop fussing with your Samsung

I call your bluff while you playing

I ain't that **** 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 230 in the morning

Tryna wake you up, wake you up

Where you at? Where you at?

I might put an 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 you, have you, have you 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 **** till 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 an 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 you, have you, have you talking

Way too much, way too much

Way too much, (Way too much)

Drinking Bombay till we all fucked up

I was drinking Bombay till I had to throw up

I was booling with a baddie from the Bay area

Couldn't make it up the stairs, had to get carried up, hey

Wave to my general, 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

Feeling on your body

Fuck all on your body, yeah

Too many drinks and all these drugs

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

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 an 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 you, have you, have you talking

Way too much, way too much

Way too much, whoa

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